#splitphotography

Pain. It was something that he had gotten so used to, after experiencing it again, and again, and again...

His eyes widen in surprise, the pain driving his mind near off the edge of sanity. A silent, tortured scream resounded in his mind. Again, and again. How many times had he have to leave this world-- feeling that sensation of light-headedness? How many times, did he have to die in her place and make himself suffer all  b y   h i m s e l f . . . —

A sharp intake of breath. Then a startled cry.

❧ — "---No!"

A soft groan escapes his lips and he blinks again, his emerald eyes returning back to their normal colour. He breathed heavily, and every breath he took pained him, reminding him that he was still alive. The impact of the bus hitting him still felt ever so real... and it terrified him how that sensation kept replaying on and on in his mind, like a broken recording device.

Driven to insanity, he was really going to be-- not like he already was. He had a split personality, for god's sake, and could barely control it. To the extent that his own initial wish had been to simply see her smile once more had distorted into something that he was ashamed of as well.

Taking a shaky breath, he averts his gaze to the surroundings around him and places a hand on his forehead, trying to ward off the headache that way. Of course, that wasn't going to work anytime soon---

...

...Was the insanity finally getting to him? Why.. why was there another one of him? Was he.. hallucinating?

I know that feel. e_e

The red head looked up, then over her shoulder at the stranger. "Can I help you?"