My body aches with every dragging step I take, and my eyelids are growing heavier by the minute. The dirt on my skin is making the raindrops sting as they wash through the various cuts on my body, ringing with a buzz I feel in my bones. The building that stands where the city melts to country is growing blurry in my vision, and the hope that drove me here is fading. This building had stood out to me, somehow, yet it appears to be long-abandoned and deteriorating, like a long-forgotten ghost of the memory of an older version of this town.
My legs are giving out beneath me, each step bringing me closer to the ground, as if hands were tugging at my clothing, my skin, my hair, my very being.
I cannot remember the last time I was so tired.
The ground calls to me, and I give in-- though I cannot say it was willingly. The ground shakes my bones when I collide with it, and it knocks the breath out of my chest as I fall to my knees and then forward, face-first into the dirt, with the pattering rain lulling into a soothing rhythm as I drift away to sleep.
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(A/N)
I literally have no idea
I think I'v got a start to the Twin's story, though
It's 7 AM
I have not slept
I will edit later, perhaps
