There's this rushing sound, like white noise.

The sound of nothing.

“There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one…”

“You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't…”

“I pull out my notebook from my bag and open it. I read through all the pages I’…”

“I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but wha…”