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[Something tells you, over and over, that it doesn't have to be like this. There is mercy, just in reach. You just need to let go, reach out. You just need to promise to be good from now on.
In the meantime, as each shock sends fire through your veins, something tears and slips through your fingers. Images spring to mind as white starbursts of agony cloud your vision...
… conversations over the table... …. your first taste of... … catching …. fall asleep... … a comforting hand on your shoulder.. ….looking up the throne and there's THAT face... … your teammates faces, in joy, pain, worry … fear... hope... desperation... … even flashes of your past...
They begin to blur and vanish... there's so much racing by, fading, shredding... instinctively you reach out for …]