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Dream Keeper the Niakko

Victim

The

Angelic Tigrean
Owner:

Pureflower

Age: 3 years, 5 months, 5 days

Born: November 20th, 2020

Adopted: 3 years, 5 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: November 20th, 2020

Statistics

Level: 39
Strength: 78
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 83
Books Read: 65
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Pawnbroker

If Only Life Had an Undo Button

Think back to your school days. Your teacher would pop in an instructional video and as badly as you wanted to take a nap, you knew that at some point in the near future, you'd be quizzed on the material.

Watching your life story after you die feels something like that.

Bad choices.

Dropping out of school at fifteen to follow a group of friends all over the country. We were going to be a rock band but none of us could really sing. We'd settle down and start a business making little glass trinkets. We did earn a little cash. It all went into junk food and cigarettes. I could eat my way through six candy bars and wash it all down with a mega-sized pop in the time it takes most people to eat supper.

Then there were the lies I told my best friend. Over and over. I had a great place to stay. (I was living out of my car, the one with a heater that didn't work.) I'd finally found the career of my dreams. (I was an overnight gas station attendant.) My boyfriend was a dream boat. (More like a leaky canoe.)

I lied to myself every morning. I somehow convinced myself over and over that Caleb really loved me.

Love doesn't leave bruises.

I wish I could say it was courage that finally convinced me to get in my car and just keep driving.

I'd accidentally seen his laptop. It turned out he was a wanted man.

Xarah and I grew up together. She was my best friend. I swallowed my pride and went to her house while Caleb was at work. I wasn't even sure what he did. Construction, I think.

She was not only kind and supportive...she gave me money and the promise of a reference so I could get a job and an apartment of my own.

I felt good about myself for the first time in a long time. I realized what happiness felt like.

I threw it all away for the sake of a lottery ticket.

The rightful owner came to call me out for the liar and thief that I was. He wasn't a bad man...just another poor soul down on his luck.

We felt sorry for each other.

Half the prize money was more than generous. It was too late in the day to make a phone call but I resolved to call the lottery people first thing in the morning and make things right.

There was a second knock on the door. I thought it might be my new friend.

Not Caleb.

The screen I'm watching goes dark.

I cry for myself as I never did in life, shamelessly weeping for my wasted potential.

A door opens in what I thought was a solid wall. The woman who steps through is glowing with health. Her hair billows, there are no lines on her face and her flowing white robe is spotless.

I'm looking at...myself?

When our fingers join, the person I was in life is absorbed. The pain and disappointments aren't gone but they are blunted, as if I've had a thousand years to put them to rest.

Finally, I am at peace.