Word Count: 149
Warnings: Spoiler warning for
pretty much the entire series... if you squint and tilt your head
just so. Yes. Stream-of-consciousness once again. I probably need to
knock it the hell off with this, but it keeps me writing!
Disclaimer:
I am neither Ohba nor Obata, so they aren't mine!
The air felt thick, and it was hard to breathe. He cast his gaze around desperately, hoping to see assistance, but no one was there.
No one was ever there.
For years now, he had been alone. Those he had thought of as friends were gone, leaving him to stumble through the dark alone. He didn't know why, or what he had done to push them away; all he knew was that he was alone in this darkness that never seemed to fade.
Part of a phrase drifted through his mind, but he could not recall where he had heard it or who had said it to him:
Neither heaven nor hell.
He did not understand. He could never remember. He just knew that he was here, in the dark, alone.
He hoped that someday he would recall a little, even if it was only his own name.
End