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 [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]
* - Translated directly from Italian.
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-> [ARTISTS / SERIES USED]
- lilredbeany.

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

It felt like drifting amidst an endless void.

Not quite like sleeping, more-so like being dead, but aware of it. You felt aware of every single thing going on in your body. The throb of your muscles, the itching in your skin, even the stinging sensation around your neck. You tried to draw breath but came up short, no matter how much you struggled no part of your body moved. Yet, you remained calm. There was a beauty to this. In a very twisted way, you felt peace.

You closed your eyes. Maybe this peace was something good. For the first time in forever you felt what "peace" really meant. The silence was deafening, and would freak you out otherwise, but now it just felt natural. It felt right. Drifting without an end goal, going anywhere and also nowhere. Even if your chest was not moving up and down, it still just felt so relaxing to lay there. Unmoving. Unbothered. Uncaring.

But... Maybe that wasn't such a good idea?

They would be sad, wouldn't they? God, when was the last time you worried about someone like this? When was the last time that someone worried about you for that matter? You couldn't even recall the last time you had someone you'd call a "friend", but now, suddenly, you had six people worrying whether or not you were going to come out of this alive — Speaking of which, you didn't even know where you were.

Only the feelings and stinging in your body is what remains. A drop of blood here, an aching sensation there, a broken leg and maybe a few fingers as well. Being so aware of your body you could now feel the red around your throat. The harsh burns of the rapidly-moving vines around your skin that crushed your windpipe. That's right. At that point in time you flirted with death a bit too much, so it decided to embrace you.

Finally you had it all. A purpose. You flew so close to the sun...
It's only fitting your punishment was to never see it again.

But you didn't want this, did you? No, no you did not. Out of both stubbornness and for the sense of purpose reignited in your heart, you tried all you could do to move. Were not something stopping you, you would've been flailing around like a maniac going through an anger episode. This wasn't how it was meant to end, and you wouldn't let the allure of silence and peace drag you down into its eternity, no sir.

Afterall, if you did, what would the group think? "I thought Y/N was meant to be strong, but this is how he dies"? You just couldn't let that happen. But maybe there was something else, another sensation that began somewhere in the back of your throat and made its way down, burning your chest, particularly on its left side. You barely recognized the emotion. Attachment. It had been long since you felt it.

Attachment to your new life. Attachment to your friends.
Attachment to two people in particular that you grew very fond of.