I used to wonder if life was supposed to feel like this.
Grey and tasteless.
Like someone turned the volume down on everything and forgot to turn it back up.
The days blurred together. Wake up. Eat something. Maybe work if you had one. Waste time. Sleep. Repeat.
I wasn't unhappy, exactly. Just empty in a way that didn't hurt enough to complain about.
I had no one to miss. No one waiting for me. No calls. No texts. No childhood friends to reconnect with. Just a small apartment, a cracked phone, and a fridge that only ever held condiments.
I told myself it was fine. That some people just weren't built for more. Not everyone gets to shine, right?
Some of us are just here to fill the space between louder lives.
I didn't resent anyone for it. Not the world. Not the people who passed me by.
If anything, I was grateful that no one asked me for anything. That I could disappear in peace.
But my only mistake was to think it would continue like this forever.
It didn't.
And it all started with a bright flash of light.