Years
103 Words
So he end up here, laying on the side of the road while rain is hitting his back. His vision is filled with grasses. He remember that grass has some more of a greenish color, not just... black and white. Well, it doesn't matter. Right now, his inability to die is more of a curse than a blessing. This hole inside him, is slowly eating him from the inside. Death would have been much more preferable than this But of course, he would survive this, and live with his burden until the end of time.
He have been tricked. He shouldn't have said yes, it was too good to be true. Living happily ever after? What a dream.
Wait... what was it that he was doing? Did he lost something? It is something dear to him, but he can't seem to wrap his head around it.
That's what you want, right?
That voice... YOU TRAITOR!
I have fulfilled my part of deal. Time for you to fulfill yours.
His protest is cut off as he lost consciousness.
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