You and My Whole World

A school-years crush makes you think that holding hands and watching the clouds drift by will last forever. You never realize that tomorrow and the unexpected always come knocking, and one of them will arrive first. After enduring the deepest sorrow that descends with nightfall, you must still battle the desolation of time and the waves of bitterness stirred by past happiness.

People fear death, yet dwell on the past, never realizing that neither can be undone. Death, then, is not the end; it is simply stepping outside of time. This is a story about why we live, and how we love.