Falling
Falling Dawn entered her apartment. It was sparse, little more than the size of a hotel suite. It had a tiny kitchen, a bedroom, and a small dining room. She went into the bedroom, sat down at the computer, wiped away a tear, and started to type. Dawn's Story: "I should have seen that coming. I bet everyone has said that at least once. Well, sometimes, you are better off not knowing. Take me for example. Right now, its time for me to write my last entry. I guess it serves...