Youth Dancing in the Flames

I had meant to stop looking back on the past and let those memories remain buried deep inside me forever. But things never go as planned, and I keep remembering those unforgettable moments without meaning to...

Morning came again, another morning. The glaring sunlight fell on the yellowed bedsheets, still as warm as ever... This familiar feeling would never change, no matter how much time passed... But I hated it... I preferred the chill of darkness, the kind of cold that cuts to the bone...

Sitting at the battered computer, I slowly sank into deep, prolonged thought...

I don't know how to recount this part of my past. The only thing I can do now is use the written word, what I'm best at, to record the glory I once knew...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.