Andrew Wilson

An Unnamed Adaption: the Adaption Trilogy: Book 1 Andrew Wilson

I was brought here by inevitabilities and she-she was compromised through inevitabilities. As I gaze into her bloodless, nearly motionless, face, I cannot help but feel love for this girl. For I love her absolutely. Well . . . loved her. All I can presently think about on the cold marble floor is the Great Beyond, The Unknown, and how I'm going to be wrestled from this twisted nether into the next-you know if you seriously believe that stuff. I lie here with barely enough strength to live, let alone tell a story. But, it's what you want. You want fact and fiction, some history, a story, life and death tales. You want me to eek out the remainder of my life to express an idea, a concept. Maybe if I told you how it all ended, then you would understand how it began.