It feels so slow yet still it is like someone has turned a clock on to a faster mode. You can only stay there and stare.
It's funny how at the time like this all your senses are more sensitive. You can smell the dust like it's still flowing around you and blood, oh that bitter blood, its sharp smell will probably never leave your nose again.
You can taste the same dust and blood in your mouth. You can feel empty places there where you don't have teeth anymore. The battle is over.
You feel all the pain and tiredness on you so strong that you want to lay down and fall in the endless sleep. But you just sit there and stare.
You notice that you were wrong. Your hearing isn't working properly. You know there are lots of noises around you but all you can hear is blood flowing in your head and a bounding sound of your heart. Everything else is just silent.
You stare and wonder if your hair is really that reddish. All the other colors look so lame, almost like black and white except that red hair.
You feel like dying as you stare at your own peaceful face which looks like you're only sleeping and could wake up at any moment. But you're not dying and it's not your face. You even know that he'll never wake up again.
He's gone, the other side of you, and you feel empty, broken. You are ripped apart. You were left behind, and all you can do is stare at your dearest person in the whole world, your own twin.