Unidentifiable noises clogging the inside of my head.
Tangible.
I could feel it.
I had slipped through her fingers, fallen out of the light and further into the shadows. I had known this day would come, I had possibly yearned for it. Knowing that I would slip into the nothing once more, I blinded myself with darkness.
Darkness has nothing.
Darkness has everything.
Falling, fading faster...
Just die dammit, why won't you just let me die?
The sun becomes my vision, warm rays of light reaching for me, bringing grace to these eyes with gentleness and mercy.
I must have that light.
This darkness quells me, and I cannot move. Yes, I can, I must. My feet will not falter, my legs non-submitting. I reach to the light, wishing for a final embrace of warmth before I am at last overwhelmed.
The light makes me fade faster.
My bones turn to dust, scattered in evil twilight.
Her eyes betray what is within her, and at last I finally see. An utterly human emotion leaks through her eyes, seeps through her pores, almost clouding everything we are.
But still I feel something else.
The darkness consumes me, and I think my final thoughts.
Is this what she spoke of?
This density that purges my soul, and skims my missing skin with a burning light?
I had everything and wanted nothing.
I thought I had nothing to lose.
Envisioning her glow and all that she was, I realized that I had possessed that light. It would never escape me. Even if the darkness purges me, I will still have that.
I feel her skin. I hear her voice. And I reach an epiphany of truth that I had turned from to protect my own. That I do not want to become nothing, how I lust for that warmth, and how deeply I need to feel that heartbeat.
...
I do not want to die.
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