( the vision of death doesn't stop and he doesn't know how it's possible for someone to die this much, this long. it's like he can feel the breath choking out of him even if he knows his lungs are still working.
there's blood on his hands and when he opens his eyes, he stares at them, seeing the red stains that aren't there.
someone comes closer, boots scuffing in the dirt and reaches for him and he yanks himself away, rolling onto his back and trying to get himself back together. )
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there's blood on his hands and when he opens his eyes, he stares at them, seeing the red stains that aren't there.
someone comes closer, boots scuffing in the dirt and reaches for him and he yanks himself away, rolling onto his back and trying to get himself back together. )
What's happening to me?