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Mangy laid there, about to become a corpse.
In the past, he was looking forward to this day. To sleep without nightmares, to rest without waking. For the most part, he didn't want to take action himself. But the thought was there.
At the moment, he felt a variety of emotions. It was almost difficult to pinpoint what he felt, with how intensely his brain was working.
He felt sorrow. He finally had a life he wanted, with a daughter who loved him, who he loved back. He thought his wife cared about him the way he cared about her. But as it turns out, his faith was misplaced. He felt sorry for himself, drowning in his pity.
He felt angry. He never got to have a happy childhood, and now that he had a good life, it got cut short to feed someone's sadistic tendencies. He trusted her, loved her, and was torn apart because of it. He was angry at her, and angry at himself for trusting her.
He felt pain, radiating throughout his body. Blood pooling beneath him, his limbs ripped off. Whatever was still attached was in an intense, horrible agony.
He felt confused, not understanding how he could be tricked for the happiest years of his life. He felt horrified, knowing his daughter would die right after him. He felt guilt, knowing he couldn't help her in such a sorry state.
He felt relief, knowing he could stop trying soon enough. To live, to function. He never wanted to leave his daughter behind, but he was almost happy to be free of dealing with the stress of his past, and the issues he still has today.
Mangy laid there, almost a corpse.
He thought of the times he shared with his family. His beautiful daughter, who he thought would grow up to do amazing things. Now, she wouldn't get to grow up at all.
He thought of his wife. He spent every day trying to make her feel happy and loved, and she didn't care enough about him to let him die peacefully. He used to wonder if he made her happy enough. Well, the sure loved to see him suffer. So mission accomplished.
He wished he could walk through the park with his daughter. To see her smile once more. To feel the sun on his fur, watch the clouds in the sky. He would never see the beauty of the world again.
He felt his relief wavering. He wanted to rest, but he didn't want to die so soon. He knew this day would arrive, but he had hoped it would have been years until then.
He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he could do.
There was nothing for him to do.
And so he wouldn't do.
Mangy laid there.
A corpse.