The world seemed to just stop. He'd read about this feeling, simulated it in his own plays and poems even, doing his best to play out the idea in his head. ...Nothing could have prepared him for how it really felt though. It was like being struck hard in the gut and across the back of the head with a lead pipe, each blow perfectly synchronised. It left him shaken and sick, and for a long moment, he was nowhere at all. Nothing below, nothing above- Nothing.
"You take me with you," he said finally, his voice as steady as it could be. "I won't leave his side- So you're going to take me with you, understand?"
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Date: 2017-06-22 01:12 am (UTC)"You take me with you," he said finally, his voice as steady as it could be. "I won't leave his side- So you're going to take me with you, understand?"