Sometimes I write other things. This is a story based off of the Destiny video game. Probably won’t make much sense if you aren’t familiar with the game.
It’s been twelve days since the last time I died.
My fingers touch the back of my neck while my ghost shifts slightly, as if in sympathy to the phantom pain. It doesn’t hurt. Not really. I just feel like it should. I always feel like it should still hurt afterwards but, eventually it fades. Until the next time.
The stiff, dark grass next to my outstretched leg stirs. The sky is wide and blue and beautiful above me. …