reality was malicious | PaytonxTom
Jun 8, 2021 19:26:26 GMT -5
Post by d4 Panda Scope [Gayton] on Jun 8, 2021 19:26:26 GMT -5
Bubby Caro
My, my love had been frozen
Deep blue, but you painted me golden
The breeze was lighter there. When you’re smack in the middle of a city that’s in-imaginably large, the wind exhausts itself in its search to find you that it has no strength remaining to loosen the hair on your head. But there I was, standing on the rooftop of the training center, begging the universe for any leftover fresh air. A scrap of wind to remind me of home.
My hair was greasy. The water is pumped with so many chemicals that you can barely call it water. The things these people will put in their bodies. I missed the water from home. I missed being alone, strolling the beaches. Don’t get me wrong, I’m alone now. But in Four, it was a choice. The self-isolation was therapeutic and comfortable. Here, I’m alone because everyone here is going to try to kill me in a week. Getting to know me can only complicate that.
It was pathetic, really. I was trapped in a building, seeking freedom on the rooftop. I was facing imminent death and instead of training, I was pretending to be home.
I thought of my family a lot. How they must be feeling. I’d play our final moments over and over again. And then move on to any memories I could focus into view. And then I’d start over. And the pain hurt worse and worse, knowing I’d never see them again, but I couldn’t shove them from my mind. If I did, I’d think of Alistair. And that hurt worse.
I can’t think about Alistair.
I can’t think about Alistair.
But there he was. Standing next to me, leaning against the rails of the balcony, staring over the city. For a moment it felt like we live there, together. But reality was malicious and loud.
Alistair wasn’t there. But another boy was, cigarette in his hand.You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I had a bad feeling