[ A quiet rolls over him. A deep sorrow, a gaping hole in his chest from which his heart is precariously set against. Pumping and squeezing like it was clenched in a fist. He doesn't want to say anything. ]
"I walk out. No matter where I am, I always end up there. Outside the video rental store. Out by the crosswalk. She's there, bright and divine as an Innocence. Insultingly beautiful."
[ He tries to find more words. But, as if afraid they'll do something wrong, the voices no longer talk to him. The only presence he can hear is the rasping of the Ancient Reptilian Brain, judging him in the silence of his psyche. ]
"The mourning. The ex-something. She tells me I'm a fuck up. And that I need to stay in hell, forever. And she needs to go away." It felt like acid to say. It felt like blood leaving his body.
no subject
[ But you know you have to. You have to tell someone. You can't keep hurting yourself. We tried to stop you. We tried to warn you. ]
"I walk out. No matter where I am, I always end up there. Outside the video rental store. Out by the crosswalk. She's there, bright and divine as an Innocence. Insultingly beautiful."
[ He tries to find more words. But, as if afraid they'll do something wrong, the voices no longer talk to him. The only presence he can hear is the rasping of the Ancient Reptilian Brain, judging him in the silence of his psyche. ]
"The mourning. The ex-something. She tells me I'm a fuck up. And that I need to stay in hell, forever. And she needs to go away." It felt like acid to say. It felt like blood leaving his body.