AnEmoBanjo
Staring into something he oh so clearly knew, yet it felt different.
Hostile.
In place of the gentle lights coming from seemingly nowhere, lights that made him feel at peace one or two forevers ago, were replaced by blue eyes blinking at him in all directions, staring, judging.
Each waiting for a breath to snatch from him.
Each waiting for a slip up, a mistake.
All awaiting to devour his very being.
"This is..! My soul's abyss of regret...!"
But, was it truly his?
The one he awoke to the first time was warm, with faint sounds of the world beyond echoing within, the feeling of being wrapped up in a warm blanket enveloping his being.
But this one was nothing like that. Cold, silent and predatory. He was the rabbit, and whatever was watching him was the wolf. It has always been here, hasn't it? Stalking up on its prey until he was exactly where it wanted him.