I can feel it, I can feel that never ending deep drag me in. It contrasts me, like night and day. Ice and flame.
Death is strong.
Am I stronger?
It’s a fight, literally, for my life. I’ve fought this battle before. It’s scary, because even the smallest of slip-ups can toon me what’ll happen if I were to lose. And it’s tempting. I see Mom, and Dad, and they’re alive. They’re there. Calling, waving. Pleading for me to come home. I can’t, I tell them, Not yet. I can’t.
And every time I do win, Delta and Robin are there, with me, telling me it’s okay. No one else understands why...
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