Desperate Anxiety

As I sat in the living room and waited while grandfather took a call, I couldn't help but lose myself in my thoughts and all that happened to get me to this point.

A moment.

That was all it took to define my life and affect the whole world.

When I made the wish all those days ago, I'd been a selfish, spoiled, arrogant child. I wanted to believe I changed since then.

Grown up.

And that all of the moments since then proved I was different, but none of that mattered if darkness consumed the world and Sharra got her way and was able to rule all realms.

Exhaling, I contemplated the space around me, even though I'd been here dozens of time before. The task took my mind off the stress weighing heavily on my shoulders.

Pops' living room was something else.

Large and filled with eclectic furniture.

A wall covered in windows was at our back, the thick red drapes closed.

Christopher and I occupied the extra-large leather sofa while Pops sat in a wingback chair to the right of me.

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