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IT WILL COME BACK / 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔
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The end happened as all ends happen: without him even realising it was happening in the moment.
This end was sudden — flash of light — Screech of engine — Splinter of metal — Rush of air.
A pain which conjoined the others. Mangling him. Setting flesh afire.
Although he wouldn't remember the other ends and deaths he'd acquired, this end, for just a moment, felt final.
It felt like the kind of end that could've been forever. The kind of sleep that he would not wake from, the kind of bones that would not heal or the wound that would not close.
For a moment, he felt like any other, something different to a being who was cursed to feel the end over and over but never meet it.
This end felt warm.
Painful but sweet. Petrifying and horrific and bloody and bruising but kind — gentle hands heaving him upwards and an apology his heaving body could not answer —
And then a face flickering away from his.
Soft and fearful and terrified, just like every part of him. Staring at the beast that was torn apart, limb from limb.
The soft, gentle face of an angel to wash his sins from him, like the blood that already bled from his veins—
And then she was gone and he was a monster again.
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Ella couldn't remember how old she'd been when she'd seen someone die for the first time.
She supposed: young enough to fail to really understand it. It was the kind of thing that was too much for a kid that small. She'd been to a lot of funerals, sat in a lot of hospital waiting rooms, watching a lot of last breaths –– but never, in her life, had she ever seen this much blood.
