The Deep Space Between

How much of you is you and how much of you is the voice in your head? A deep slash crossed out the total population of the "Welcome to Merricott" sign. Underneath it, a new number appeared in white, drips of paint streaking the sign like tears. Forty-two flames extinguished, her mother, father, uncle, and grandfather among them. Seraphina clenched her jaw, wiping away her tears. It was just a town. Her hands clenched into fists on her lap. She forced them to relax. It was just a town. Maybe if s