3rd Person

A Teenage boy who always dreamed to be something great never the best but always above average never the worst but never the best. Always feeling out of place like he was missing something, Smart but not a genius. Good looking but not quite Beautiful, Peaceful but not quite cowardly. Always feeling out of place, loved but not quite cherished. Weak but not quite frail, Not quite a leader but not a follower. Happy but not truly. What am I? Or the question is what is he? But no matter what he was always missing something. He could never tell exactly what, but it was always there so, so far away yet so close.

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I saw it I could feel it on my last dying moments I could see what I was missing what I could have become if I had had it. It looked not quite scary but not quite beautiful. It looked like the endless void never ever stopping yet always standing still. It’s ironic I thought since the thing that I always wanted that I always felt I was missing was the thing that killed me.

3rd Pov

Although in reality the teenage boy wasn’t dead not quite alive. He was simply in between, and that's where our journey started.