#uneasiness

The effect of this cannot be understood without being there. The beauty of it cannot be understood, either, and when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.

There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.

That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.

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- The Resurrected

The street stretches like charcoal on the ground, the buildings bleed into trees and fallow fields and it's odd the way they're leaving behind white, cotton-candy clouds in the early sky. Rushing toward a big, angry, purple storm feels like an inevitable end. Why didn't he stop this journey the run sooner? He's heading to school, but this weather seems to warn him like a premonition. Suna isn't superstitious, however the thought of a warm blanket and hours spent playing games online sounds so much more inviting. Against his will, he endures the entire trip until his stop: the guilt of the cowardly thoughts proves stronger than his instinct to flee back home, in the end.

It's irrational, Suna knows, but he can't really shake the feeling. And walking under the rain isn't useful to wash it away. Instead his fingers grow numb, his nose and the tips of ears chill and even his supposedly warm clothes fail to provide any comfort. He despises it. As people bustle around him, some bumping into him, others splashing their shoes in the little wet puddles, Suna huddles deeper into the collar of his jacket. The rain pelts down, each drop raising the scent of mud and decaying flowers.

Autumn has arrived suddenly, its unexpected cold seeping unwelcome into his bones. Uneasiness weights heavy on his chest, why is he feeling this way? Still he doesn't let his step falter, forcing himself to keep moving. If he dares to stop, it might as well be forever. So, with his head low, he just decides to take pity on the leaves that have fallen before turning entirely orange, because they don't crunch anymore but squelch annoyingly under his feet.

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