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Somewhere deep down, you suppose it always had to be this way. You were the Heir, the one they all depended on, the veritable thing, the one person that tied the whole game together. And when it all ended.....you were the only one left behind. The sacrificial sheep, so to speak. The one who 'died' so the others could live.

It only made sense.

It had to be this way.

Breath. Air.

Things that everyone needed to live.

Things that you gave up for them to do so.

You died easily, as the game reset. It didn't hurt.

.....You suppose dying would be the wrong word, actually.

It was more a complete deletion of your whole existance.

You weren't you anymore.

You weren't anything really.

You could barely remember anything. Bits and pieces of small flashes of memories.

A flash of sharp, sharp white teeth, gleaming golden eyes. A pale, pale face, and red eyes .A thin strand of lavender, a cool, level look. A bubbly infectious laugh. round, wireframed glasses.

You would have supposed you were sad to leave them all behind.

Sad is a relative emotion.

Sadness, regret, grief, deep, soul wrenching remorse.

All relative emotions you would have to actually be able to feel to understand.

All you ever felt was an empty hole of blank apathy.

......There were times though, and you suppose that that actually isn't true.

There were times when you just stood there, stood there and began to cry.

For what? You didn't know.
You didn't know at all.

You just stood there. Crying.

It was never more than a few tears. You supposed you had no more tears to spare besides those few.
They trailed down your pale, cold, dead cheeks, into the fabric of your shirt, and as they fell, you felt your cold, dead heart shatter into pieces.

You felt it shatter into millions of tiny pieces and in those few seconds, those few, agonizing, horrible seconds, you remembered everything.

Every. Last. Thing.

The way they pleaded for you not to do it. They way you did it anyway.

The way you knew you had to.

You remembered and then you forgot, forgot everything, and then you just stood there, with a vauge, chilling feeling in the back of your mind, and a forlorn emptiness in your heart.

And you forgot, and stood there a little longer, your hands clenched so hard your fingers began to ache.

And thus, the cycle began anew.

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Somewhere deep down, you suppose it always had to be this way. You were the Heir, the one they all depended on, the veritable thing, the one person that tied the whole game together. And when it all ended.....you were the only one left behind. The sacrificial sheep, so to speak. The one who 'died' so the others could live.

It only made sense.

It had to be this way.

Breath. Air.

Things that everyone needed to live.

Things that you gave up for them to do so.

You died easily, as the game reset. It didn't hurt.

.....You suppose dying would be the wrong word, actually.

It was more a complete deletion of your whole existance.

You weren't you anymore.

You weren't anything really.

You could barely remember anything. Bits and pieces of small flashes of memories.

A flash of sharp, sharp white teeth, gleaming golden eyes. A pale, pale face, and red eyes .A thin strand of lavender, a cool, level look. A bubbly infectious laugh. round, wireframed glasses.

You would have supposed you were sad to leave them all behind.

Sad is a relative emotion.

Sadness, regret, grief, deep, soul wrenching remorse.

All relative emotions you would have to actually be able to feel to understand.

All you ever felt was an empty hole of blank apathy.

......There were times though, and you suppose that that actually isn't true.

There were times when you just stood there, stood there and began to cry.

For what? You didn't know.
You didn't know at all.

You just stood there. Crying.

It was never more than a few tears. You supposed you had no more tears to spare besides those few.
They trailed down your pale, cold, dead cheeks, into the fabric of your shirt, and as they fell, you felt your cold, dead heart shatter into pieces.

You felt it shatter into millions of tiny pieces and in those few seconds, those few, agonizing, horrible seconds, you remembered everything.

Every. Last. Thing.

The way they pleaded for you not to do it. They way you did it anyway.

The way you knew you had to.

You remembered and then you forgot, forgot everything, and then you just stood there, with a vauge, chilling feeling in the back of your mind, and a forlorn emptiness in your heart.

And you forgot, and stood there a little longer, your hands clenched so hard your fingers began to ache.

And thus, the cycle began anew.