I transferred that fine line between life and death to continue oxygenating my body and forced to endure the pain of that wound. But I lost everything. I had taken my pride, my memories, my feelings. My life. I nor anyone else could do something about it: it was a fact. My life should be sacrificed against my will ... unfortunately
In that second life passed before my eyes: memories, images, feelings, sensations ... everything. I took a deep breath to fill my lungs one last time, and conclusive between the beats of my heart ... it was also the irrevocable time in which I felt the warmth that gave life, I felt like slowly fading. Like my being.
An image of aorange sunset recreated my mind, along with a tune that did not recognize. Slowly I closed my eyes and felt like I was dying and my heart stopped beating.
is difficult to explain, barely touched my soul felt like background ... something or someone took my hands. And I raised. I felt like a breeze stirred my hair, but I dared not open my eyes. As a matter unreal, I felt nothing. It was like a doll: unhappy. It had been a while since I had died. To my surprise, there was a world beyond reality, I doubted that something could be ... "Is life after death, perhaps?". I did not realize when I was at this place incoherent, but I do not really care. Life is now common. This is becausenot allowed to feel in this place. I was once talking to a girl and I said we were all memories. This means we can not feel and we do not have the soul that is trapped inside the body at death. How to recover the soul? Nobody in the place knew. Although this did not matter to anyone, because everyone is indifferent bodies: we can not feel. Entities, because we are the very nothing, or I thought so, including myself, and I do not remember what it is to smile, mourn ... I can not remember how it feels to feel a warm hug or a tear run cold. I can not describe what I feel in accepting this situation ... I'm empty and I think that nothing could change that. Leaving aside my thoughts, I justnothing in itself. In recent days I was going very often ... I do not know if that meant something. I got home and saw the door open. I was not surprised at all, I went in and leave it as it was. I went to the terrace, to the latest attempt in this life you can feel the breeze hit my face and make me feel alive. On reaching the terrace, saw the reflection of stars in the pool, and a sad melody appeared in my ears ... "Wake Me Up When September ends ..."
- Wait, a sad melody? - I whispered. I did not know from where a melody could be sad for me. A strange feeling invaded my being ... my head submerged in water, because I could not believe what was happening. I closed my eyes tight and wished that tperiod what happened was just a long sleep. But it was not.
- What do underwater? - A voice that could not differentiate because my ears were flooded with water called me. I felt like hands rested on my back, and the presence of someone next to me. I opened my eyes wide under the water ... It was clear that this was a long dream, but a reality that touches me. DEAD, nothing more. I slowly sat up and my hair completely covered up my face. - I was not doing anything. Who are you? - After saying those words felt like that person took a few steps back. I really felt sad What they were rejecting me? I pulled my hair from my face and saw that person ... I felt as glass inside me broke. Seeing her here made me feel a miserable shit. No ... She does not deserve this punishment ... SHE did not deserve death.
could not believe it was killed. Do not know what to think, but the first thing I felt was like some tender arms around my body, and weeping bereaved marked the night and my ears: it was like a sharp knife stabbing me. She is crying. I felt like a warm
roamed my face drops. But, there were drops of water from the sink, but you were my own tears. A mixture of happiness and joy swept the entity that is me. I felt like something was burning. I could not help more, and happily open to Aerith. I realized that those were not tears of sadness ... but what about her?.
-Z-Z-Zack Zack ... ... - He pronounced my name between puffs of air out of his mouth.
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