Origins One-shots

Anxiety Feels

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"I'm changing, I- I swear I'm changing,"

Empty words. Fruitless words. Words that bear no meaning.
What have you done this time?
Nothing good.
Regret, regret, endless regret.
A burning, boiling, acidic feeling. Time is solid, time is stone. The past is over and done.

Get lost, away, leave no room for risk.
The stimulus always returns. Regret.

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Mid-battle

He drops a hand to his side.
Blood-slick, and still bleeding

"Oh, sh- hh"

Blackness fills his vision mid-faint. I wonder where he will awaken.. .

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Davis, a bit panicked but adept at hiding it, strained voice: What's- happening.. to them.?

Michael, in his Focused (a bit distant) deadpan voice: Nothing you can change.

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You turn away, enlightened. Thoughts spark connections and draw hopeless conclusions and you start walking, running, faster, faster, not fast enough, come on, go faster, go faster, run, your thoughts are racing, racing right by you, your mind is on fire, the world's got blinders, you can't think anymore, and you Can't get theRE IN TIME-
"Hello?"

Take a breath. "H-hey, there..."

"Hey, what's wrong? Is.. something the matter?"

No. Not really. "No... no, everything... it's fine, I'll- it's alright."

"Oh, well, are you sure?"

"Yeah, I... yeah, it's alright, it's alright."

And it is. And like an ocean wave your thoughts crash tumbling into each other falling on level sands, collapsing.
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You keep up appearances, since it's not that big a deal, but inwardly, you're exhausted. Take a deep breath, let it shake, let it fall. Your mind deserves the rest.