The memory of waking up under the red and white spiral of a big top tent coughing up black sand doesn't go away with the apology, nor does the image of five others circled around a green bonfire either. A person coughing, another leaning over murmuring the words 'Guess they're next' echo within his mind. That dream, the one that made him afraid he might have been or become a monster before it all disappearing into unreachable places where he couldn't remember anything.
"J-just didn't," he swallows, "expect, um, such dark humor." He laughs, but it's small, nervous, an attempt to pretend that nothing is wrong at all despite the contrary.
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The memory of waking up under the red and white spiral of a big top tent coughing up black sand doesn't go away with the apology, nor does the image of five others circled around a green bonfire either. A person coughing, another leaning over murmuring the words 'Guess they're next' echo within his mind. That dream, the one that made him afraid he might have been or become a monster before it all disappearing into unreachable places where he couldn't remember anything.
"J-just didn't," he swallows, "expect, um, such dark humor." He laughs, but it's small, nervous, an attempt to pretend that nothing is wrong at all despite the contrary.