title: nocturnal universe
note: Takes place before he went all homicidal psychopath. Whenever that is.
note's note: I know I could have l fleshed it more, but as I am a rather lazy creature I'm not going to.
Sometimes, after having woken up, he wonders what those images are he sees at night. They're so bright and colourful, they can't be real, and yet he is unable to stop himself from wishing they were.
These pictures, they are his own personal way of making himself wither from the inside out; these cruel, delusional promises not even the moron could keep. (He is intrigued by them, somewhat; amazed that he can still see them after all this time.)
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Sometimes, right before sleep wraps around him, he wonders why his subconscious hasn't stopped taunting him with these endless what ifs yet; why it's so attached to a dead past that never was in the first place.
(And the answer is clear—crystal clear—but so very, very disappointing.)
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