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Adagio - Sakai - November 06, 2021
Wandering. Wandering and wandering until it made sense, but it never did. Sakai was starting to believe it never would. He had hoped that the heaviness in his chest would be remedied by finding a new home, but it hadn't. He felt as if he were unable to take a full breath most days. An idle mind that was stuck in a constant merry-go-round of feelings: angry, sad, horny, confident, scared. Sometimes, being alone around others hurt more than being alone with no one there.
The feeling of loneliness was crushing that evening, and with too much weight to bear while laying in his barracks, the ghost disappeared to do what he did best. After hours of walking, Kai found himself alone in a desolate forest lined with damp leaves. He could hear everything here, but nothing of the still forest itself. Sakai heard everything so clearly in his mind. The forest only lay dead around him as his nervous canter broke into a full sprint. Chilled winds of the night stung his eyes but he continued forward, dodging bramble and trees in a state of panic. He could breathe again, but the air was taken in gasps.
Time callously passed, the fog began to grow thick and again he felt he could not breathe. Sakai stumbled in his sprint as the forest around him began to close in, sharp thorn branches threatening to impale his vulnerable flesh. He remembered flesh being impaled when he ran away. His childhood friends having their scalps stripped from their skulls and left to slowly die alone in the gardens of his homelands. White flowers painted red.
Staggering to a nearby tree, the young man all but collapsed into it's trunk with his shoulder in hopes that it may help steady him. It worked. Panting wildly, Kai's lifeless eyes searched for any sign of life around him. For any sort of comfort to turn to. It could be in this forest. There had to be something somewhere, or someone, that could help him feel at home again. To feel safe.
His tired body hesitantly slid down to the ground, all the while his flesh catching on the bark as he completely ripped at the seams. He didn't want to see their faces anymore. He didn't want to feel alone anymore. The wolf felt as small as a field mouse as he curled into a tight ball at the base of the tree, tired eyes peeking out over a salt and pepper tail. It didn't take long for his journey to catch up with him, for his mind to finally quiet. In his dreams, he never felt alone.