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Shroud tugs on my shirt whimpering
“Tommy can we please play another game?”
I look down at him and admire just being here present in the moment. Not fending for my life to have a peaceful moment anymore. Just being present within myself and my emotions i don’t feel distant from myself. Theres no one telling me how to think how to feel anymore, i finally get to live my life free, be a kid again.
I look across the horizon.
Despite everything the servers really is beautiful isn’t it.
Feeling the wind on my skin littered with scars, through my hair where the reminder of death will never go away. Its cold. But a nice kind a cold. A freeing sort of cold.
“Sure why not”
he reaches up and holds my hand. Childlike wonder flowing through his vains, i cant help but feel envious.
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In an instant the relaxing silence is shattered.
A distant siren starts an uproar.
I frantically look towards the source of the ear ringing sound hoping, praying it could just be a false alarm or be coming from literally anywhere else, but i already knew where it was coming from i just didn’t want to face it. I look towards the massive obsidian building. red lights flaring from the tip of one of the pillars. It feels like the sirens are screaming at me, every part of my body is telling me to move, run, do SOMETHING. I cant breath.
“Tommy are you okay?”
I cant speak. And the freeing winds suddenly feel too cold to bare.
I try to make a noise do something. I choke on a sob, I’m hyperventilating but i feel like i cant breath.
I reach down and grab my arm trying to prevent myself from shaking anymore.
“S-shroud get as from away from here as possible” I airily mange to get out a sentence between trying to stop hyperventilating.
“What?? But i cant leave you!”
I hate this kid. Why cant he just listen to me? Doesn’t he understand that death is right at his fucking doorstep.
I shuffle down on my hands and knees I squeeze his shoulders tightly in my hands.
I choke-
“Shroud, please”
Im really trying to keep it together but the sirens are deafening.
No no no. A kid his age shouldn’t have to deal with this. Shouldn’t have to see me like this.
His face is engulfed in worry, he wraps his little hands around my torso.
“I’ll protect you”
Maybe it’s because I’ve never had anyone in my life try and protect me before, or maybe its because i knew shroud was going to die. Dread, fear, anxieties. Washed over me like waves, non stop from every direction I’m drowning in it. And suddenly i have no control over my life again. Im back to square one where dream manipulates my every thought and emotions even when he’s not around. He’s still got me wrapped around his little finger.
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