准备好了
She remembers with startling clarity, rain misting against the pavement and dusk hovering just above freezing, that none of this is new. "Why do you keep writing the same story?" she remembers her teacher asking. High school. High school was so long ago. "Again and again, it's the same. Someone tries to help, but they're too late. Why don't you change it up?"
That was such a long time ago.
The rain is cold. There's nothing she can change.
That was such a long time ago.
The rain is cold. There's nothing she can change.