Lone

Ending A

"Do you wish to be saved?"

You keep your head down.

"I do wish to be safe. Why? Do you have any ideas?"

"I can save you, I can keep you safe. I can take the pain from your hurtful fantasy, and fix it."

"You can fix it for me?" You ask, unsure of what to do or think.

"I need your consent to do so. What do you say? Would you like to be saved?" Your figure in the mirror gives you a stare, questioningly, as they wait for a response.

"I.. I don't want to feel pain anymore. Could you fix me?"

"If permissible, then I could fix your pain, but not you."

"Then yes, you have my permission. How will you do it?"

"I will do it like this." The figure says, and your vision begins to darken.

Your eyes open, and your vision begins to clear. Again, standing in front of you in the mirror is... yourself? Yes, it is yourself, but it is not the black figure. It is your appearance, the one you've been holding on to.

They didn't look like that before. You see some black in the corner of your eye, and look down.

Your... body.. It's black. Like the black figure had been. You begin to panic a little bit.

"W-what happened?"

"I'm going to fix your pain." You say, as you turn. But it isn't you. It's your body. If it was you, you would be in control.

"Will you be back?"

"Possibly, possibly not."

"But you had said you would fix my pain, yes? Are you a liar?"

"I said I could fix your pain, I never said you would return to your life once it is fixed. Therefore, I have not lied."

You crash down on your knees.

The figure is not in the mirror anymore. It's outside of it, and now you're the one trapped.

"If you excuse me, I have some errands to run. And repair! It was a pleasure doing business with you."

How could just being hungry bring up to this?

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"You should try to fix what needs to be fixed instead of leaving it to someone else."