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Yesterday's tomorrow
He had always had a bad habit of wishing the days away.
A habit of thinking "I'll do it tomorrow".
He figured that there would always be time for what he needed to do tomorrow.
Death had always seemed like a foreign concept to him, something that happened to other people.
He believed that he was almost immune to the pain that others went through when their comrades would die, he was a tough man, he could handle it.
But he couldn't,
He had always wished away tomorrow.
But now he had to deal with an eerily true question,
What happens when there are no tomorrows?