Chasing Elysian

25. We're At Fault

Rosanna's P. O. V:

I awoke to the sound of bustling noises. Breathing in the fresh air of the environment. And inhaling a little bit of grassy scent.

The bright moon hung above the drifting clouds and the dim vision made me reprocess my thoughts to figure out where exactly I was.

I assumed I was outside but I could not clearly make out my surroundings.

The moon is up, yes. The surroundings however were all... Dark. Black, void.

Not a hint of anything in sight.

Where is this place? How did I end up here? What's all those buzzing noise in the background?

Wait, I remember... That, that simulation! The simulation Class!

I gasped 'awake' as my memories flooded in and so did my complete senses.

I felt the prickly grass underneath my palms and my exposed skin.

The cool air blowing about and the lighting of my surrounding gradually brightening up as my vision became better.

I sat up slowly, and saw Aniysa sitting besides me on the grass field.

“You're awake, huh.” She said, giving me a warm smile with an alien look that gave this 'vicissitudes of life' vibe.

It was the kind of look someone who'd suffered and passed through life's pain would give. That wry smile and vague aura.

Well, considering the death experience, shocking scene and... Yes, she chose a sacrificial attempt to save me... Using that spell... Which I'm sure she's not supposed to use.

Think of it like forced suicide, or human sacrifice. That's what Aniysa went through with a 'willing' mind.

It's official, I will not let this girl leave my life. 

It's understandable Aniysa would gain a bit of... Change from such an experience.

I myself, found the reality of this awful world coming closer to giving me a ten-combo slap.

Multiple reality checks, alright. And daym it's f*cking awful.

Situations like this where one is completely helpless and knows that an even greater problem awaits them.

It makes a person do a doubletake on their existence. And doubt what their actual purpose or worth is in life.

And a little misconception, a little 'slightly' wrong idea and I could fall down into a dangerous line.

Just like Drake... Like Kairos, and countless other figures who life hit with sh!t.

I could forget who I was, who I am, and choosing a strategic escape route to avoid all the 'negatives'.

But I will grow. I must grow to avoid that feeling I felt during the attack.

That void, empty, numbing pain. It wasn't just my body that was under attack. My mind itself felt it needed a blackout. Like, death is the ultimate peace.