The image of the little tablet is prominent in my mind. It’s all I can see. “Destiny..” His icy voice whispers in my ear. “It’s all yours…” he continues…or was that in my own thoughts?
You can’t blame me for doing it…because without it, life just seems….unbearable. I had run as long as I could. But it all caught up to me. I was so tired…of everything, and everyone.
It’s not so bad. I get my steady supply and I’m happy, or at least I think I am. Don’t try to help me. Destiny is doing that. So is Torquemada.