358.: Missax

“You read fast,” she said. Her voice was ordinary. That was the terrifying part.

“You’re Missax,” I said.

I didn’t know what I was going to do tomorrow at 5:17. But for the first time in my life, I understood that not knowing was exactly the point. 358. Missax

She smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes, but it didn’t have to. It reached something else. Something behind them. “You read fast,” she said

The first page was blank except for a single line, written in elegant cursive: “You read fast

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