NADIR: TO SLEEP FOREVER, EXCERPT ... Fuck, maybe he should have brought a jacket. Well, that would completely defeat the reason he came out here to begin with. On second thought, he isn't even sure why he's out here anymore. All he's wearing is his shirt and pants, and here he is, laying out in the snow. It's almost nice, he thinks. Maybe he hopes the snow will just swallow him whole, make him disappear. He pretends not to feel the bite in his fingers. It would be nice, if he could just lay here for a while longer.
NADIR: RAIN AND CLOUDED, EXCERPT There are no words said. The room is quiet, eerily so, save for the small, hushed sniffles against the blanked, and the beeping of the heart monitor in the back, like a clock, that ticks for the inexorable flow of time. There isn't anything left for him to do other than stay by her side now, waiting. Horrible, this is horrible. His heart is clenching so much and this is the first time he's ever felt this broken. The hand in his is weak and limp, it doesn't help his predicament, "Mom..." He cries, and only a small huff comes in lieu of comfort.
NADIR: FLICKERING EMBER, EXCERPT "-tine..." A voice calls from the outside, muffled by a tightly shut door. The girl does not stir. "... I... I know, that this has been hard for you, but... I'm getting worried about you, I'm sure she is, too." ... "Look, I won't force you to come outside. I just need to know you're okay." ... "I'm okay," She responds at long last, her own voice ragged and broken from disuse. Or was it something else? She can't remember anymore. She doesn't even remember what day it is anymore, did the man on the other side of the door hear her at all? "Oh, okay." Ah, looks like he did. "I'll... leave you be, Your dinner is outside here."
NADIR: ̶̾͑̓͝T̷͐̾̚͘H̸̾̐̄̍E̶̊̋͋̇ ̸̛̍̕̕A̴̎̌͛͝BÄ́̓͆N̸͋͆̈́̃D̷͐̋͊͌Ō̸͑̀̿N̵͒̎̾͝E̴͊̓͒D S̵̉͆TA̎̏Ř̴̾͌͊, EXCERPT The moon beams brightly down, and a lone pair of eyes stare at it longingly, standing in a field of long, overgrown grass; it doesn't look like this area has been tended to for some time now. S̸̾͌̕̕h̷̛̿͐̀e̶͑̾͗̕ ̷̛̑̓̒ stands there in vigil as h̵̋̑͊̕e̴̾́͘͘r̵̛̿͑͝ ̷͑̎̃̈́h̶̔͂͐̎a̵̒͑̋̕i̷̽̐͑́r flutters behind h̴͐́̉͝e̸͗̈̕͠r̶̀̍̓͋ gently, tickling ḧ̴̅͐̚e̵̒͐̔̆r̴͛̀̚̚ ̴̎̓̊̐c̸̿̀̈͘ḧ̷́̽̂̒e̺ek, the phantom touch of what was. S̶̑͂̈́̕h̴̐̓͑͂e̶̯̰͍͘ ̷̫̭̍͘c̶̞̊r̶̘̈́ḁ̴̀d̵les ̲̲̌͠ȃ̵̢̙̯ ̷sma̲̱ll, ye̴l͖̜̅l̷̋o͉͛w̴̯̄ be̷l̵͎͑̚l,̧͊̔ ̶̓be̴̽̾stowed upon ḧ̴̾̎͐e̴̎̅͒͒r̸̿̋̈͐, the moons light reflects upon it, onto ḧ̵̛́̂͆ě̴͌̅̿r̸̦̂̿ͅ ̶͕͓̳̾f̴́̌̎̚à̴͔̝̾ce, but the expression that š̸̄̅̕h̴̝͛̊ͅe̸͛̈́̃͐ ̶̈́̍́̈́s̷̡͔̐̈́ḛ̵͖͂͑es i̓s̵̛͋̊̂ ̵̎̅em̈͝p̶̿͒̿̀ty, d̐̍͗ê̴̈́̾̐v̵̓oid o̸f emotion. How long has it been? There is nobody else here. There hasn't been anybody here for a long while now. Nobody is coming back.
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