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It was like time moved backwards.
Stopped, when the ground disappeared. Warped, with a dark sky above, dirt in his lungs, blood in his eyes. Stretched, like sitting in an unwashed memory.
With his wrists and throat raw, the more he tries, the muddier it all gets, more stuck, more lost.
Pain in his head, hazy yet harrowing. His eyes ringing and his ears blurred, and everything backwards.
A sob shakes his inflamed ribs when he sees his face. Warm, fatherly smile, missed like a severed limb, still weeping.
His absence was resounding, echoing even now, in his last breaths.