First message
It felt ridiculous, but calming at the same time. I shove my hands in my pockets, looking around. Only the fireflies beginning to glow and the crickets and frogs making noise. I look down st the fresh grass and then sit down in it, not worrying about my suit. As I laid back, everything started coming to me. I felt tears prick at my eyes. My new drug had just failed, and I was so close to curing it. ‘It’ being the rare disorder my mother had. I lift my hand to my eyes and wipe them.