#myangel

[*This is the first thing you notice as you slowly open your eyes.]

[*The second thing you notice is the cold. It’s everywhere, and it’s suffocating.]

[*Except for you arm.]

[*…no, your arm is not cold. It is something else.]

[*It is warm. It is wet.]

[*And it hurts.]

[*This is your third observation.]

[*This quickly drowns out all other sensations, including the cold stone beneath you. Pain, hot sickly pain registers like a sledgehammer. Sudden. Broken.]

[*…There doesn’t look to be anyone around.]

[*…yet.]

- @entry-number17

*starz's eyes slowly flutter open, squinting as he tries to adjust to the dim light of the room.

*he takes a breath in of the musty cave air.

*it smells damp, with the smallest hint of iron.

*he starts to move but the pain of his broken arm stops him in his tracks, white hot pain shoots through his entire body.

*it hurts.

*it hurts so bad.

*why couldn't that fall have killed him?

*[check}

me and my angel be like:

i didn't do it right.

can i try again, try again, try again?