SAD FATE

(REMI’S POV)

Cursed? Maybe. Dead? No. But I couldn’t count being alive as a blessing. And it was a sad irony.

As the harsh autumn winds blew, a lone figure stood in front of the imposing school building, staring at the entrance.

Closing my eyes, I braced myself. ‘Okay, Rem. It’s just another day, but you can do that.’

Regardless of what I told myself or how many times I took this routine, I knew nothing would ever change.