“I was seventeen when I met you. And inside my head I have always been that young boy standing outside your house waiting for a glimpse of you. I have never moved on. Somehow knowing that this road of life is soon going to end, I feel free. Free from you and this love. Its in these moments that I feel truly alive,” his words boomed in the small seventeen by seventeen feet hall.

Right at the end of the room sat a woman crying.

“But this seems like an odd recording for a black box,” the chief seemed to say.

Written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday prompt Truly alive.

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