'…She's forgotten me….'
Those very words have the capability to break one world.
That world being Wonderland…
The Hatter buckles violently at his hammering chest, ticker pounding brutally amongst the soften layers of skin, impersonating the distressing sounds coming from the single beats of an air drum. The malady assumes form of growing more staunched, a blatant holler emerging from the cave of the males mouth as his form causes failure, collapsing to the humid earth below him. His body bundles to a tight ball, the clasp amongst his chest turning more pressurized as the agony present, becomes overwhelming, his cries of pain filling with loudness. Apace with the screaming, the brisk loam underneath the Hatter's figure develop into large incisions, the groundings itself becoming spilt 'opened'. Freshly shredded tears cycle down his cheeks, staining the male's delicate paled skin tone as if painting on a canvas with a fine brush, being careful to trace each detail.
His part of the world. It was…dying.
Fading away..
Fading into darkness…
Fading into…
…Nothing…