Miracles Aren't Fiction

He walks slowly to his destination. He wonders why his heart is beating so frantically and why his palms are dripping with sweat. This won’t be his first time and he’s pretty sure it won’t be his last, so why isn’t he used to it yet?

His feet feel like lead and it seems that the distance to where he’s going keeps getting longer. He knows the streets well and can walk this path with his eyes closed. He stops exactly in the center of the park, with the moon exactly in the center of the sky.

And then he waits.

He waits for the tears to come and for horror to show itself. It’s always on time, never late.

And then, Ryan Ross wishes that miracles are real.