Prologue
How far?
How far would I go?
How far would I go to save myself the guilt?
How far would I go to make it up to them, to prove that I knew that I deserve this?
How far will I have to run?
How fast?
How long?
And how long until I have ran too far?
How long until I can’t turn back?
How long until the sole of my feet start to ache and my legs go weak?
How far until I fall?
How long until I make it to the bottom of the blank void?
Far. Far enough to be standing behind a door pointing a gun at whoever’s on the other side, and I would pull the trigger if I need to. I’d do anything.