You are saving the good things for later. The apology, the phone call, the love you mean to say out loud once the moment is right. You are sure the moment is coming.
There is a man who carries the souls of a world that died. Millions of them, every life that was ever lived in a place that is gone, pressed inside him, always, reaching for the warmth of a life they lost. He believes his joy is killing them. So he walks to the edge of the world to be emptied, refusing every kindness on the road, certain that to taste a thing, to love a thing, to let one good moment in, is to send another soul into the dark.
Then a dying man finds him face down in the road, builds him a fire, and hands him a piece of bread.
What that man teaches him, without ever meaning to, is the thing the dead have been trying to tell him all along. That a life lived fully is the only thing that sets them free.
You Are All But One is a dark fantasy about grief, mercy, and the one gift no one can give back to you once it is spent. It is a book for the living. For you. For the one still holding the thing the dead would give anything to hold again.
You are given a single life, and you are inside it now, and most of us spend the whole of it waiting to begin.
Do not wait.