11-16-2008, 01:45 AM
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Everyone was afraid to die. Even Ahren, whom had come very close many a time, feared death. He didn’t know if there would be dreams, but if so, he was ready for that. Dream-Ahren, who had red hair, was always there. They spoke about a lot of things, and he reassured him. Even that final, merciful darkness would be better then living with that weight on his back (the ape, grinning, digging in its nails) and knowing that nothing was ever going to change.
“Not to feel anything,” he said quietly, and finally looked back to Laruku. He felt pain, but it was diminished. He felt regret, but it was a whisper. He felt what could have been love and known there was nothing for him. He looked down at his feet, realized he could no longer feel the pull of the earth, and shut his eyes.
Everyone was afraid to die. Even Ahren, whom had come very close many a time, feared death. He didn’t know if there would be dreams, but if so, he was ready for that. Dream-Ahren, who had red hair, was always there. They spoke about a lot of things, and he reassured him. Even that final, merciful darkness would be better then living with that weight on his back (the ape, grinning, digging in its nails) and knowing that nothing was ever going to change.
“Not to feel anything,” he said quietly, and finally looked back to Laruku. He felt pain, but it was diminished. He felt regret, but it was a whisper. He felt what could have been love and known there was nothing for him. He looked down at his feet, realized he could no longer feel the pull of the earth, and shut his eyes.