Second day. Tomorrow is the day.
I haven't slept. All I've done is sit in front of the mirror, waiting for another message. I'm growing tired of my own reflection.
What will it look like? Will it hurt when I pass through it? Is it like dying? Am I dead? I keep asking that question a thousand and one times.
Tomorrow is the day, so today, even though I'm exhausted, I penned several goodbye letters to everyone around me using the blank pages from this book.
Mahad will never forgive me…but maybe he will understand.
I've folded them into a neat stack in front of me and stared at my own tired reflection again.
I can do this. I will remain awake. I will not miss that portal, wherever the hell it is. I will run across the desert in the scorching heat to catch it if I have to