The pen hovered above the paper, and the look in my eyes slowly turned to sadness.
Writing the list made me realize how real the predicament was… I won't be alive on the same day next month, I would really cease from existence.
The painful sting of reality made salty water trickle down my cheeks.
'I'm supposed to be happy, at least I have the time to fulfill my to-do list.' A part of me tried to uplift my mood.
'But why can't I just like others. Werewolves and fae are blessed with long lives, and I happened to be a hybrid of both… but my days are numbered.' The bitter part of me said.
"This life was a borrowed one after all, there is no point in holding onto things," I said, but deep inside me there was a huge hole, filled with bitterness and pain.
