by Miriam Bell » Fri Jul 05, 2019 8:34 pm
As she feels Chione fade away her own mind loses grip of carefully erected barriers. The gothic veneer she's projecting sloughs off the walls and the bed, leaving behind nothing but empty gouges in reality. Everything crumbles and the darkness that remains is just absolute. Emptiness. A void of utter stillness. Miriam's panicked noises fall from her lips but the air doesn't move. The absence is all-encompassing in her mind. Death. The feeling of thoughts, feelings, concepts, neurons firing, everything that makes a person disappearing, not into black but into nothing. No noise, no movement, just emptiness all around. A rising abyss that threatens to arrest her own thoughts, isolating her in her own little island amidst the dark. A lone drop bouncing on a surface that doesn't ripple in response.
Blood gathers on her lip where her teeth have sunk into her own flesh and the crimson droplet swells until it slips free.
Just a little. Just enough to stave off the still. To make her mind stir again.
The drop falls onto Chione's lip, sliding down into the corner of her mouth where it slowly drains into her mouth.