Dying Hope
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This is a collection of thoughts, centering on my favorite character, Anemone.
If you don't like her, stay away.
If you like her, I hope you will enjoy.
Reviews and constructive criticisms are most welcome. Even if it's just about what you think about Anemone or Dominic or Gulliver.
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Episode 42
Anemone: Before Departure
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It's funny. Well. I don't know, really.
I mean, it used to hurt a lot and... I don't know. I didn't have to think of anything, you know. I mean, it hurt a lot at first but later... well, I suppose I kind of get used to it. I mean, it's always like that. I get used to things easily. They told me so. That...I was strong and wonderful. That no one was like me.
Because I didn't die.
"Don't tell me you injected yourself!"
Or couldn't die. Can't die... I don't know. I mean, even now the drug doesn't hurt me as much as before. It didn't kill me then. And I don't think it's going to kill me now.
Maybe... maybe I just can't die like this.
"That's right," I said, inwardly sighing as the cold calmness slowly settled inside me. It happened lately. Recently. That after injected with the drug, it did not quite take over my mind anymore. It used to be so clouded, and I could only feel everything around me happened and faded away. The sky... the wind... moving... death... everything just happened and faded.
Leaving me alone.
"Because without this I can't fight, right?" Turning around, I felt a strange kind of amusement stirring in me as I watched a war of emotions blossoming in his eyes.
"That's enough! Is there any reason to shoot yourself up with all these drugs!"
He sounded angry. But, typical Dominic, he had to ask the stupidest of questions...
"There is," I said, and turned away from him. Reason? It's not just any reason. There's only one reason that I had lived this far. That I had existed for...
A smile... a kind which I didn't know I was capable of having, much less doing it... formed on my lips.
"It's what Dewey wants."
That's why I can't die.
Yet.
