If You Are to Return, Let It Be Good

by LostCompass

Before Max and Chloe reunited, before the storm, there was you. The god of time. You keep a good hold of your mind, now. It's an easy thing to lose.

19. Home

You didn't remember being born.

[REGRESS]

You don't remember.

[REGRESS]

But you think-

[REGRESS]

It felt-

[REGRESS]

A little like this.

[RE-]

The world is sucked away into a great red cosmic drain and you're left behind, screaming in terror as everything flies past, and it screams back, fading into the distance. Shadows rise and fall and stretch into a horizon you can't see, stretching so thin they disappear.

And then you're alone, again.

You're the only thing breathing. Only thing thinking. It's just you, and the nothing. For just a moment. And then-

And then color and sound and heat and sense-

Comes back-

It returns from whatever great beyond it vacationed in for the past few eternities-

And hits you right the fuck in the brain.

You fall. Gravity returns, too.

You lie there, gritting your teeth so hard your gums bleed, sucking air in through flared nostrils, clutching at your head because it's cracked wide open and now all the time in the world is seeping out.

You vomit. Red. Smells like inside. Familiar. You lay in it, your body convulsing, contracting, spurting up more red, more stomach acid until an orangish bile seeps from your lips.

It's only after you can't throw up any more you realize you're crying.

And part of you hopes you fucking drown in those Goddamn tears.