[There's a teenage girl standing in the kitchen as a college-age boy drives off in a car. The colors in the kitchen seem dull, the light so bright it washes out some of the details. With her long, dark hair and grey sweater, the girl stands out. In fact, her sadness is why everything appears the way it does.
For a few seconds after the sound of the car's engine has faded away, it's silent. Then comes the distinct sound of someone who is fighting back tears.
Then, in a shaky voice, the girl says,] He's coming back, right?
[Because this is a dream, it's clear that he's not. But does the girl know that? Is she asking that in some last-ditch hope to deny the truth? Or does she really believe her brother will come back for her?
Will you help her believe the lie, or will you tell her the truth? Or maybe you'll help this fifteen-year-old avoid a terrible fate.]
• sorrow | closed (adam, richie, harlan)
For a few seconds after the sound of the car's engine has faded away, it's silent. Then comes the distinct sound of someone who is fighting back tears.
Then, in a shaky voice, the girl says,] He's coming back, right?
[Because this is a dream, it's clear that he's not. But does the girl know that? Is she asking that in some last-ditch hope to deny the truth? Or does she really believe her brother will come back for her?
Will you help her believe the lie, or will you tell her the truth? Or maybe you'll help this fifteen-year-old avoid a terrible fate.]