
"He slapped his face at the noise, regretting it soon after. His legs trembled a bit, he felt weak, he felt sore, bruised, and spent. He was tired, so tired he was awake, more awake and asleep than he ever had been. He wanted to cry. Cry of happiness... yeah, of course, he was happy. Yet he wanted to be swallowed up into the ground, he was embarrassed, embarrassed that it didn't feel as good as he wanted. Did he even want this? Heaven or Hell? Death?"All Rights Reserved