What am I doing?
He kept walking. He absolutely had to keep walking.
But why?
He had to keep walking. He had to get away. He would arrive somewhere, eventually.
And then?
He would live. He had to live. He had to keep walking.
I don´t understand...
He didn´t want to turn around and look back.
I´m so tired...
He didn´t want to die.
Why is this happening...?
His words became cloudy and he realized that he had been saying them out loud. Every fiber of his body was aching, making him wonder how he was walking at all.
Why was he still alive?
A wave of dizziness overcame him. His vision started to blur.
He fell to the ground. His body had given up, yet his mind filled with a feeling of dread, frantically urging his body to keep going.
Did he live, just to die now?
I don´t want to die...
He couldn´t comprehend it. Things hadn´t been going as well for them as they used to, he had been aware of that. But this was impossible. It simply couldn´t be. He knew that.
Like he had known so many things...?
I don´t want to die...
Yes.
Even now, as nothing else seemed to make sense, he was certain about this.
That what has been his life up until this point has been destroyed, never to return to it´s former self again,
and yet he kept desperately clinging to this resolve.
This was the only truth he had left.
Author Note:
After writing "The selective Determination of a small Child" I felt like it could be fun to keep writing one-shots about Chancellor Cole every once in a while.
So this story right here will function as a collection of these one-shots, with each chapter being one.
These won´t be in chronological order or anything and I don´t know how frequently I´ll update this either.
We´ll just have to wait and see.