We were the untouchable. We took heavy steps not realizing that the whole time we were walking on Glass. Well, maybe we did realize it. But live life up, right? Risk needed to be taken, Just so we could say that we tasted death before- and we survived it.
For a time.
Whatβs the harm? The glass kept us safe a bit, It kept us above ground. So we were fine. But it was all for nothing. Because after allβ¦.