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Quiet Desperation
I was only nineteen whenit happened, the one event that would change my existence as George Ryan Ross III forever.
Most people would be scared when faced with a knife. Not me. No, I was happy, I knew everything was finally coming to an end, that I’d be able to rest in peace forever.
It was like how someone would feel just as they committed suicide, or even an elderly man just as his heart stopped the laborious and painful beating.
That final day oh so many years ago, whenhe looked me in the eyes with that freshly sharpened knife, I felt no fear. I felt no regrets. I knew I had lead myself to this final act ofhim towards me, but I was glad I would never have to see him again.
Now, almost one hundred years later, I was sitting on the ground in front of my grave once again, wondering what I was meant to do.
George Ryan Ross III has been dead for 100 years. For all those years, he hasn't talked to anyone, or even felt anyone. When Brendon comes into his non-life and turns it upside down, what will come of it?
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Most people would be scared when faced with a knife. Not me. No, I was happy, I knew everything was finally coming to an end, that I’d be able to rest in peace forever.
It was like how someone would feel just as they committed suicide, or even an elderly man just as his heart stopped the laborious and painful beating.
That final day oh so many years ago, whenhe looked me in the eyes with that freshly sharpened knife, I felt no fear. I felt no regrets. I knew I had lead myself to this final act ofhim towards me, but I was glad I would never have to see him again.
Now, almost one hundred years later, I was sitting on the ground in front of my grave once again, wondering what I was meant to do.
George Ryan Ross III has been dead for 100 years. For all those years, he hasn't talked to anyone, or even felt anyone. When Brendon comes into his non-life and turns it upside down, what will come of it?
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