Take a Breather

Never wake up (an alternate ending)

Ha, I wrote this instead of a part two. I am writing a part two, but motivation says no. 

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This continuation begins right after this paragraph from the original text.

The bright tear that had once been far above Logan was now close enough to touch. It had cast away the shadows that once surrounded him and seemed almost inviting. He reached out to the blinding rift but found himself stopped by shreds of darkness that dragged him back down. He should have fought them, and he would have fought them, but they were no longer freezing cold like before. They weren't warm or welcoming either. Even so, they didn't pull him down very far, and the rift didn't show any signs of disappearing. And he was so, so very tired. It would hurt to wait a bit, would it?

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Logan waited. He waited and waited but the void never let him go. The once blinding rift above him seemed to grow farther and farther away, becoming nothing more than a faint sliver in the distance. The warmth he once felt eventually stopped returning, and the cold seeped back into his bones.

He was nothing more than an empty sack of skin and bone: hollow, lifeless, and cold. Left to rot in a desolate abyss with no way out other than a tiny light miles above him. He had no way to contact anyone. He could have been surrounded by everyone, but was alone all the same.

What was left of the rift had completely disappeared, drenching Logan's motionless body in darkness. He figured it wasn't all that bad, since there wasn't anything to see to begin with. But with that little sliver of light had gone the rest of his hope.

It had been his only chance at escape. His only chance of leaving this wretched place. Now that had disappeared too. He had nothing.

There was nothing. Nothing left.

Nothing,

Nothing,

Nothing.

And then there was something. But by then, Logan was gone. He'd lost everything to the void. Even himself. All that remained were the memories of the people he once knew.

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this part is a joke

and everyone else received a letter with rather ominous words written upon it: "Logan left and he took the brain cells with him. Good luck with surviving."