Now, I’m just lost.Maybe they can help find me, I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t be found.Maybe the devastation that is my life should be allowed to crumble and decay.There is no comfort in a funeral dirge, no solace in empty words spoken to me.There is no release from this hell but death, and I can’t do that yet.I don’t know how to let go.But…maybe they can help me hold on.

    Originally available as a rough draft on Tiffany's website, this short story has now been fully revised and is now collected in the print, ebook, and audio collection Michael's Wings.