Passing Years

We are like a single star in the passage of time. Our memories are made of beauty, sorrow, and confusion, little moments and things, the good and the bad. We all linger between two sides.

A person, an event, all the things happening around us: we have no time to pay them any mind. Once the years have passed, everything becomes a memory, unforgettable. We wonder whether things would be different now if only we had done something differently back then. We are all the same.

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