[ In the small, still undamaged part left in him. The lonely part. The part that holds out hope. That keeps him alive. Usually it’s buried, kept from the light.
He shudders, closing his eyes. ]
I don’t know what will happen if you vanish after saying all these things ... I think the last of something is tied to you now. If you don’t come back, it’ll leave with you. If you decide to check on me a year from now I can’t promise what will be left of me.
[ How did things get this intense in such a short period of time? It feels unnatural. ]
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[ In the small, still undamaged part left in him. The lonely part. The part that holds out hope. That keeps him alive. Usually it’s buried, kept from the light.
He shudders, closing his eyes. ]
I don’t know what will happen if you vanish after saying all these things ... I think the last of something is tied to you now. If you don’t come back, it’ll leave with you. If you decide to check on me a year from now I can’t promise what will be left of me.
[ How did things get this intense in such a short period of time? It feels unnatural. ]