07-02-2018, 07:20 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
...die knowing your life was my life's best part.
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the next few days passed without her presence, not that she was aware. she had been fighting unconsciousness but eventually could no longer resist it. she had said her goodbye's, though, so maybe she could go without regrets. the thought of death was generally a scary thought to most, but she did not feel afraid when she had thought she was dying. she wasn't really ready, nor happy, to die, but she wasn't afraid. she did not want to leave the people she had grown to care for so much nor did she want them to hurt because of her, but she knew she had a happy life. she only had maybe two regrets.
so, when she opened her eyes to find herself in her bed in the submarine, it would take a few moments to understand. she had prepared herself to wake up in afterlife or to never wake up again. which, perhaps, is not something any child should ever have to prepare for, but she had to, she thought. there was no way she'd survive, she'd thought. she had said her goodbye's and that's what mattered more than anything. she at least helped give others closure. that was her last duty to her family, she had figured. but she had figured wrong.
she touched her paw to her chest lightly, the movement sending her a sudden realization of how much pain she was in. it hurt really bad. she winced and grit her teeth, her body shuffling from the feeling. she let out a quiet groan, "mm...." that was another thing that confused her. feeling. she could feel pain. she had never been burnt before, but she didn't much like it. it was worse than any other injury she'd felt. it stung worse than any of them. she let in a sharp breath from the feeling, causing another sudden realization and confusion. she was breathing. in and out. she blinked quietly to herself. how odd. this is not what she expected afterlife to be.
she squinted, her vision slightly blurry and dizzy. she decided to look around, wondering what else she would find. and there she saw the outline of her papa. he was at his desk, though she wasn't sure what exactly he was doing. she didn't say anything for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on. she felt at her chest again. in and out. a heartbeat is there. she was wrapped up in bandages. pain shot through her with every movement. she was in her bed, in the submarine, with her papa. she looked down at herself quietly, piecing it together.
she had survived? she's alive? considering this was odd. she really did not believe she would. she breathed quietly. "p...papa?"
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the next few days passed without her presence, not that she was aware. she had been fighting unconsciousness but eventually could no longer resist it. she had said her goodbye's, though, so maybe she could go without regrets. the thought of death was generally a scary thought to most, but she did not feel afraid when she had thought she was dying. she wasn't really ready, nor happy, to die, but she wasn't afraid. she did not want to leave the people she had grown to care for so much nor did she want them to hurt because of her, but she knew she had a happy life. she only had maybe two regrets.
so, when she opened her eyes to find herself in her bed in the submarine, it would take a few moments to understand. she had prepared herself to wake up in afterlife or to never wake up again. which, perhaps, is not something any child should ever have to prepare for, but she had to, she thought. there was no way she'd survive, she'd thought. she had said her goodbye's and that's what mattered more than anything. she at least helped give others closure. that was her last duty to her family, she had figured. but she had figured wrong.
she touched her paw to her chest lightly, the movement sending her a sudden realization of how much pain she was in. it hurt really bad. she winced and grit her teeth, her body shuffling from the feeling. she let out a quiet groan, "mm...." that was another thing that confused her. feeling. she could feel pain. she had never been burnt before, but she didn't much like it. it was worse than any other injury she'd felt. it stung worse than any of them. she let in a sharp breath from the feeling, causing another sudden realization and confusion. she was breathing. in and out. she blinked quietly to herself. how odd. this is not what she expected afterlife to be.
she squinted, her vision slightly blurry and dizzy. she decided to look around, wondering what else she would find. and there she saw the outline of her papa. he was at his desk, though she wasn't sure what exactly he was doing. she didn't say anything for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on. she felt at her chest again. in and out. a heartbeat is there. she was wrapped up in bandages. pain shot through her with every movement. she was in her bed, in the submarine, with her papa. she looked down at herself quietly, piecing it together.
she had survived? she's alive? considering this was odd. she really did not believe she would. she breathed quietly. "p...papa?"
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.