Alone.
Alone was what I was.
It's probably the only thing I'll ever be.
The constant ringing in my ears by the deafining silence pains my head.
It's bright, yet no source of light could be detected.
This is what I encounter in every second, every minute, every hour of my life.
The lighting, the table, the food, the entertainment. Gone.
"Simulation." I repeated aloud, still trying to deduce what she meant by that.
Eloise, the first and only... Person, I assume, I've met in this white abyss.
Her words and speech made me feel excited and happy. Knowing that I have a companion. But the things she's recently said make me think suspiciously of her.
Is this just a game? A simulation? Why am I here?
Questions...!
So many questions.
Yet no answer to any of them.
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A moment of silence, a moment of pure, possibly insane, silence.
Another letter, with the same handwriting appeared on the floor.
It said:
"I hope you are fine, I'll try and get back soon.
Regards,
Eloise ♥
P. S. get up from the floor, we haven't cleaned that in ages. Kindly refrain from laying on it. Thanks."
The floor---
How did she know I was on the floor?
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[A/N] : i need help with angst. I can't write angst for the love of God and Jesus christ I cannot write sadness.
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White.
Ficção Geral/Made from writing prompt/ "You appear in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper saying: 'YOU HAVE BEEN BEEN BANNED FROM EXISTENCE'."
