Andre’s pov

I feel off.

The sky seems to rip and time seems to cleave into before and after. I can say form experience, nothing good comes from it.

The day my precious grandmother died I dreamt that I was walking with her on a very vast and dry land, more like a dessert but not a dessert because in place of sand it was a hard ground like poorly done floor where the cement wasn’t watered and left to dry. If was full of cracks. She held my hand and she would occasionally look down at me with a smile. Never have I ever felt safe, that moment was...