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How had things come so far?
Kneeling on the floor, Danny looked down at his hands, the final drops clinging to his fingertips, where the dried blood caked his skin most heavily.
And still the gurgling noise continued, soulless, unrelenting, unmerciful.
As the subtle but insistent noise continued as it always had Danny could feel time itself fall into perfect synchrony, ever flowing, leaving him behind.
How had things come so far?
It had all seemed so promising at first. That kind of optimism was uncommon. It had been for him anyway.
But it was refreshing, rekindling a hope that had lain dormant for so long. A weakly smouldering hope, but it had always been there, the potential, waiting to be rekindled.
And its time had at long last come.
Danny slipped back to his reality. The thought of that hope, that flame that had finally been extinguished. He greeted those memories, so naïve, he thought, with a slight, cynical smile.
Still, at least he’d been happy. Blissful in his ignorance? He toyed with the idea before discarding it as unimportant.
‘So what is important now?’ he wondered. This time he broke into a wider smile, bemused by his own efforts to attach himself to reality, too little too late, as it softly ebbed away from him.
With the same inevitability as the gurgling.
And it had all seemed so promising. But that was such a long time ago.
As he heard the sirens in the distance Danny closed his eyes.
And the gurgling flowed on, leaving him behind.
Would make a good interpretation though...
And also, ^pop^
(want to see the reaction, so I'll know whether to post anything else I may write in this style, so I'll give it a second chance for people to show whether they care)
How had things come so far?
Kneeling on the floor, Danny looked down at his hands, the final drops clinging to his fingertips, where the dried blood caked his skin most heavily.
And still the gurgling noise continued, soulless, unrelenting, unmerciful.
As the subtle but insistent noise continued as it always had Danny could feel time itself fall into perfect synchrony, ever flowing, leaving him behind.
How had things come so far?
It had all seemed so promising at first. That kind of optimism was uncommon. It had been for him anyway.
But it was refreshing, rekindling a hope that had lain dormant for so long. A weakly smouldering hope, but it had always been there, the potential, waiting to be rekindled.
And its time had at long last come.
Danny slipped back to his reality. The thought of that hope, that flame that had finally been extinguished. He greeted those memories, so naïve, he thought, with a slight, cynical smile.
Still, at least he’d been happy. Blissful in his ignorance? He toyed with the idea before discarding it as unimportant.
‘So what is important now?’ he wondered. This time he broke into a wider smile, bemused by his own efforts to attach himself to reality, too little too late, as it softly ebbed away from him.
With the same inevitability as the gurgling.
And it had all seemed so promising. But that was such a long time ago.
As he heard the sirens in the distance Danny closed his eyes.
And the gurgling flowed on, leaving him behind.