Is this real? Is this even real? No one above me; I am below me. Gravel and bone. Am I smiling? Have I grasped the situation? I put my hand on my neck in a position where I can feel my pulse on my fingers. A strange sense of sadness passes over me, starting from my head, to my toes. I start to grab at my chest, and I feel everything burst. My skin in hellfire; my body on Earth. Choking on sorrys for the people who made me.
Is this real? Is this even real? No one above me; I am below me. Gravel and bone. Am I smiling? Have I grasped the situation? I put my hand on my neck in a position where I can feel my pulse on my fingers. A strange sense of sadness passes over me, starting from my head, to my toes. I start to grab at my chest, and I feel everything burst. My skin in hellfire; my body on Earth. Choking on sorrys for the people who made me.