Suddenly, everything was gone. The darkness was all-consuming. It took me, wrapped around me like ivy, stung me with its cold thorns. It wasn't darkness, I noticed. There was just nothing. Is this really the end? And if it was, would anybody even care?
Heartbeats echoed. They are my own. Slowing down, fading. Dying shouldn't feel this way. It is supposed to be more. More than just mere pain lurking in the emptiness. It wasn't supposed to happen on a day like this. Not an ordinary day. There was no epic storms with lightnings, no mighty battles, no last words. It just was.
The pain bursted and I spasamed. Where am I? I want to get out. This can't be it. The burden of living cannot resolve like this. This can't be the end. I want my thunderstorms, my battles, my last words. Where did it go? Why did I lose it all? Does it even matter in the end? What good does it do me now?
I can't take it anymore. The pain. It is too much. I am lost. Gone. Just end this. It hurts so much. Let me go!
The pain reached its peak. While I screamed without a mouth, it stopped. Then, there was nothing. No sound, no heartbeats. There is nothing left. It took everything from me. I want to cry but I have no eyes. How deep does this rabbit hole go? Do I disappear into the darkness or stay like this forever?
How long has it been? A few minutes, hours? Years... Even death gave up on me. I have, why wouldn't my death too. I am alone. Why don't I feel lonely? Wait, there it is. It never left me. It followed me all my life. I see it all now. It's coming for me. Relief and fear came over me. It's over. Finally over. Am I really looking forward to this?
Yes.
When the cold hit, I changed my answer. No, I'm not. It is everywhere. It is inside of me.
No.
