Dec. 15th, 2018

RIP

Dec. 15th, 2018 01:16 am
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It'd all gone by in a blur, a mash of events that he could not clearly remember. Even his death... had he died...? Even his death was something he'd not be able to dredge up, as if something actively rose to block the memory each time.

How he'd arrived here, how he'd gotten from that bus stop to this place now, none of it he could recall. Like an animal, he'd followed mere instincts, only aware of one thing: he didn't want to be seen right now. He didn't wish to speak to anyone, see anyone.

He'd died alone, he'd be alone. He needed to be alone, perhaps forever, really. He wished only to not feel anything, not be anything, surely that was what death would be and yet... Here he was.

Being.

Regardless of his mental state, it wasn't as if he was being clumsy about staying hidden. In the end, brilliance was brilliance, it'd take a keen eye and a genuine interest in what the hell was going on in those woods for someone to actually find him. Sequestered as far back as he could manage, back, back towards the caves. Out of sight, out of mind.

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