I open my eyes, trying to catch my own gaze. And you know what I see there? Emptiness. Thin face, pale skin, dark circles under the eyes. I want to sleep, but sleep does not bring strength. Because He takes everything: my strength, my knowledge, my thoughts, my life, Me.
And this will not be enough for him anyway.
I study my reflection and I see nothing, only emptiness. There is no emotion, no soul, no life. There is nothing. I turn on the cold water and wash my face, and then return to the room and, without closing the windows, I go to bed.
I close my eyes and know in advance that sleep will not bring me relief.
I close my eyes so that the one who will open them the next instant will be Him.
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What is my point? || Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski