Taking who you are into consideration, do you believe that you're fully alive? Does waking up every morning feel you with an emotion you are unable to describe? Are you happy each and every moment of your existence?
Walking down the cold empty corridor, passing numerous rooms. Opening the door to the left, all in view is filled with nothing. The only unforgettable memory was the stench of being forgotten. Walking to the window, passing the peeling white paint, getting on her knees and searching for who she is.
After trying for so long, standing and looking out the cold space. Taking a moment and thinking to herself. Thoughts that only she could feel. Taking one foot over the other and sticking it out the ledge. Would she jump?
"Don't"
She looked over.
Nothing. Nothing was there, nobody was speaking, she couldn't hear. She didn't want to hear.
She nudged herself slowly, closing her eyes and preparing herself. She was ready for the ending of her memories. The ending of knowing what she didn't want to know. Knowing things that were too heavy for her shoulders.
The wind blew, she could feel. She could fear. She was finally alive in a sense. The air felt calming and she waited for the climax to snatch her up, and for the euphoria of life's sickening joke to cease.
"Don't"
She opened her eyes.
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Empathy
HorrorThe inability to share a feeling. She doesn't know how ... she's lost. The want for someone to be with them. He wants to try... he's finding himself. If their paths cross, would their fates change for the better or the worse?
