The lights shut off two months ago, and the world was too afraid of the night to turn them back on since.
I think the moment I started dying was the moment I choose to save an angel instead of saving my own skin.
As soon as the sun set and the sky settled into a heavy orange with the approach of the night, we all went silent and disappeared into the shadows to hide from prying eyes.
Here's the thing: we were dumb kids who didn't know any better.
I didn't really believe in the dangers of the night until my best friend stumbled in, choking on her stone heart, and died on my kitchen floor.