((exclusive)) | Shattered Memories Cheryl

“You’re not real,” she whispered to the fog. “None of this is.”

The janitor pointed. Through the window, the fog had lifted, revealing a church. Its steeple was a twisted spire of black iron, and its doors were open, revealing a fire that burned without warmth. shattered memories cheryl

“You left me here,” the reflection said. “You forgot on purpose.” “You’re not real,” she whispered to the fog

“No,” Cheryl whispered, clutching her head. “I won’t. I won’t be your god.” “You’re not real