Coming Back to Life
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Last published Sat, Aug 30, 2014
Where were you when I was burned and broken?
While the days slipped by from my window watching,
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless,
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me.
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words,
Dying to believe in what you heard,
I was staring straight into the shining sun.
-- Coming Back to Life, Pink Floyd
First or Third Person or Script/Lyrical/Poetic: Third Person
Main Character: Nathaniel
Type of Fanfiction: Oneshot
This is just a short Nathaniel-centric OS that I've kind of had in mind for a while, and decided to finally write it (instead of studying for a test, of course (although, the test went well ;)
Basically, it picks up where I left off in Dreamer, but more of Nathaniel's side of it. So, for context, and to avoid spoilers if you are indeed reading that story, I highly recommend that you finish that first.
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