[ There is nothing. Nothing except everything, and it's killing him —
Him?
No —
Some part of her thinks that maybe she hears something — feels something, perhaps, more real than fraying ripping tearing shredding in and into 1s and 0s — nearby. A familiar voice, a familiar scent. Familiar. Different. Almost lost in the echoing screams. She curls tighter, digs tighter, deeper, blunted nails scratching against her scarf, clawing for — for … something, anything, any kind of purchase before she spirals too deep into the abyss.
It's only getting harder, spiralling out of control she never had to begin with; it's so much, they're so much, too much, too much.
She can't hear herself babble over the maelstrom, pleading for it to stop, for him to stop, please please please — make it stop -
Re: THE CITY ...
Him?
Some part of her thinks that maybe she hears something — feels something, perhaps, more real than fraying ripping tearing shredding in and into 1s and 0s — nearby. A familiar voice, a familiar scent. Familiar. Different. Almost lost in the echoing screams. She curls tighter, digs tighter, deeper, blunted nails scratching against her scarf, clawing for — for … something, anything, any kind of purchase before she spirals too deep into the abyss.
It's only getting harder, spiralling out of control she never had to begin with; it's so much, they're so much, too much, too much.
She can't hear herself babble over the maelstrom, pleading for it to stop, for him to stop, please please please — make it stop -
Dad - ]