Tortured. Pain. Sorrow.
Edward did not know the meaning of happiness. He laughed and smiled, but he felt nothing sincere. He wants to leave, and so he shall.
In the world Edward lives in, all dark and gloomy, his only choice was to run. To escape from where he was would be Nirvana.
He stood up, and starts picking up pace. In no time, he was sprinting. Edward had no destination. He just knew he had to get out of this horrendous place.
He kept running, and to his surprise, Edward did not tire. However, no matter how fast he ran, he could not seem to get further.
A dark shadow reached towards him. It grabbed him, as more shadows spread throughout his body, encasing him in a black hell. When the darkness reached his mouth, he choked.
And he woke up. With his neck on a platform, and an ax swinging down on it.
At the end, he could not escape from himself.
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