Since the preview is almost set in stone, I figured I’d post this before going on super duper hiatus.
Do note that while this is technically a “re:” genre story, it’s my intention to make the setup as realistic as possible within a future setting.
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He lay there motionless. Even though life hadn’t escaped from him yet, it wouldn’t be long now.
It was leaking away: Slowly, Painfully, with nothing obstructing its ebb and flow.
The sidewalk was already dyed a bright scarlet:
A sight beautiful, yet fearful.
A weak laugh escaped.
His bones, particularly around the legs, groaned with a splitting pain.
He could barely hear the faint sounds of the child crying next to him;
the screams of the familiar girl running in his direction.
He could hear, but what could he do?
He knew. It was already too late. He was far beyond saving.
Life had not been pleasant,
his closest allies traitors, his father detestable, his daily life miserable,
Yet, He didn’t want to let things to slip away just yet.
Somewhere within him, he wanted to continue
Laughing off his struggles; pretending to be undisturbed
Regrets — he still had plenty:
Relentless, ever-present, and now, unresolvable.
He was helpless, unable to do anything anymore.
Everything that mattered to him would end here,
Insignificantly brushed away by a casual sweep of death’s hand.
“Cold,” he muttered.
Every breath he took now was labored.
It wouldn’t be long.
Through his blurred vision, he saw that the girl had reached his body.
Tears were dripping from her face and mixing with his blood.
He knew she was crying, but silence had already gently enveloped his ears.
They wouldn’t reach him — physically at least.
he thought as his eyelids grew heavy.
He could feel the careful hands of the reaper severing what was left of his soul from his body.
With his final breath, broken images swam before his eyes.
A frail-bodied figure. A laughing widow. A burning shack. A blood-soaked cloak.
The visions stopped, and even the feelings of regret began to slip away.
Amidst the flowing stream,
a final thought found its way to the surface of his consciousness.
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A/N: Happy holidays to all, and a happy new year.