TWO LIVES
APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
It’s an April night, so it still gets cold. Fern’s arms are goosebumpy, spiky, he feels like a hedgehog. He’s sitting on a bench under a white light. The white light makes colors stand out. His t-shirt is really orange. The bench is really brown. His hair is really blonde. A man in a handsome blue … TWO LIVES








