September 23, 2024, 04:37 PM
At least, he thought, I'm not sad anymore. No, he was too frazzled; Panacea the Nearly-Trampled. For a moment he could do nothing but sit back and breathe. Or... several moments, maybe?
His racing heart refused to slow.
Perhaps he might have said something then, a stammered apology or a request for just a few minutes to catch my breath — but his head felt light and strangely abuzz, his throat felt dry and sticky, his lungs felt starved for air. Panacea closed his eyes, half-convinced he was dying. Scared to death? It would be a fitting end.
His racing heart refused to slow.
Perhaps he might have said something then, a stammered apology or a request for just a few minutes to catch my breath — but his head felt light and strangely abuzz, his throat felt dry and sticky, his lungs felt starved for air. Panacea closed his eyes, half-convinced he was dying. Scared to death? It would be a fitting end.
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divinity's mirror - by Lestan - September 23, 2024, 10:39 AM
RE: divinity's mirror - by Panacea - September 23, 2024, 12:17 PM
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