Sentence Thirty-three

I began to imagine that, the older version of me leaving my house and finding somewhere beautiful and warm to sit while I waited for the last whisper of my life to escape my body.

Sentence Thirty-two.

Fight dreams always left him feeling guilty.

Sentence Thirty-one.

She wasn't the marrying type, or the one-night stand type; she was the girl who would change your life.

Sentence Thirty.

She would be one of those pleasure-seeking sims.