He never had much thought about death, not even when he was working with Simon. He had been afraid many times but it was just fear, death generally wasn’t something he was afraid of actually thought over. But this was different, the fear that was gripping him was different, he felt like he was stuck in water, unable to breathe. He was so afraid that his throat had choked up to let any air in. He had seen death from so close he wanted to hide somewhere and never come out in fear of it. It was racing in front of his eyes, dancing on its toes, taunting him. Mocking him. And as his heart raced in terror, the taunted became stronger, excited which was bringing him on an edge he couldn’t escape from.
He thought he would be able to face it mostly because so many times he had seen it from so cl
