Prompt: "You understand. With eyes wide open behind fluttering lids. Glossy and unfocused-
Fixated on one and a million things. The world is at your fingertips, in the same moment it is gone."- Sleep and its Subsequent Dreaming
The bed is frigid and your muscles are sore. The window shows signs of frost, and you dare not open the door. Snow is not your favorite element. In fact, it could quite frankly be the one you least like. Between that and the humid heat brought with summer, you never really know what to do with yourself. So you hole yourself up in your room alone...it's uncanny.
He says you're too pale. Sickly, almost. Well, isn't it so nice that He finally decided to care? Didn't you want His friendship just that badly? You had thought as much, back before that- that mistake. Oh yes Satoshi, what a smart boy you are, choosing the enemy over yourself-your "curse." Humanity offered such temptation and you fell, violently.
Passion had never been your forte. You have a hard time summoning the fire to fuel your relationship with Him. Stuck going through the motions, a false smile, an amused stare, it's hard to be normal. After going through everything, your curse, the fight, the loss of your father and the disappearance mother. You want to be normal.
Don't you?
You close your eyes and roll back over, falling back into the abyss.
Don't you Satoshi-sama?