[ WP ] Everyone has a reaper . The further away it is , the longer you have left to live . Every day it inches a little bit closer , but it is always there . Except yours , which disappeared three weeks ago

Sometimes I think that I see a shadow following me. It's out of the corner of my eye, and when I turn to look at it, there's nothing. Normally I pay it no mind. The padded walls of my cell do n't give much in the way of imagination, but I make a special case for my shadow. He's friendly enough, he does n't talk, does n't make noise, and at night, I hear a faint shuffling, some humming on occasion, and a growl when people open the cell to make sure I'm asleep. I think my shadow is protecting me, but I'm not sure. 
 
 Though, come to think of it, I should be using this all in past tense. I have n't seen my shadow in a while. I'm not given the luxury of a clock or a calendar so I do n't know how long it's been since my shadow was here, but it has been much too long. The quiet shuffling gave me comfort at night but now I do not even have that luxury. Some nights I toss and turn, wondering where the humming is. I get up and walk the length of my room, but to no avail. My shadow is gone. I wonder if he left to go protect someone else. To comfort them when they need it most. 
 
 Perhaps I had done something to drive him away. Perhaps he wanted me to speak to him, to converse. Perhaps he only needed a friend, and I would not give him such. Perhaps he had found someone who would speak to him. Sometimes I call out to him, and ask him to come back. I promise him that I would converse with him, but he does not arrive. 
 
 The nurses take me to and from the professor's office. I never tell him about my shadow, and how it's missing, but I see his shadow. It gets closer every day. I do n't say anything about it. I'm sure he knows. It is his shadow, after all. It makes me sad, in a way. His shadow seemed nice. It never interrupted our sessions, and would hum slightly when I got anxious. It comforted me to hear it. 
 
 I once wished upon a star that my shadow would come back to me, but my wish fell upon deaf ears. All I see are the shadows that pass in front of my door, or through my walls. Other people's shadows. Their comforters. 
 
 I want my shadow back. 
 
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 HNNNNNNNNG well this is my first time writing something so you know. hope you enjoyed it!!!
