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mind_blown) wrote2021-01-26 04:26 pm
mind_blown) wrote2021-01-26 04:26 pm
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THE LOST DAYS... Round 2.
It's all darkness.
The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.
There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.
So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.
And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...
The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.
There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.
So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.
And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...
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The memory takes her by surprise, almost more than the crowbar. As soon as it connects she hits the ground, knocked senseless, head pounding. She tries to force herself up, but she can't seem to get her bearings enough to do it, collapsing right back down.
The only thought that makes any sense anymore is Sabre. She wants Sabre, needs her here. If Sabre was here, this would be fine, everything wouldn't hurt so bad-- ]
S-Sabre...Help...