The Bonfire
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The bonfire calmly raged on, sending its minions to float up the night sky.
We were alone out here, and it felt good.
The forest was breathing, the rocks beneath us were alive. No more questions about the world we left behind, only a remaining answer of nothingness.
We were alone out here, and it felt good.
The shadows have no colors, and neither do we. Everything flickered, and so did we.
We were alone out here, and it felt good.
The past was a blur, the future lay untouched, and we lingered in a fleeting moment, unaware, uncaring. This was what we have chosen for ourselves. 5 Teenagers. 5 small blades. Eternity. Let them ask about us. Let them try to find us. It was already too late. The gears have turned. Immortality was ours to take.
We were alone out here, but we won’t be alone for long, for we have plans to meet our friends who left this unjust world sooner.
They were smarter than us. They made the decision years ago. They beat us to it, but they won’t be alone out there for too long. We were going to join them soon. The lines of the pentagram that we had drawn using our blood was shining now. We can begin. Soon enough, yellow eyes shone from the darkness all around us, and we smiled. We can finally go home.
