What a stupid thought. There's no way I would ever do something as ridiculously careless as that. I lift myself onto my own two feet once more. Again, I glance at Nakui.
"K well, see you later," I conclude, taking a right, "Got some keyframes to finish."
"ah, o-okay... bye?" Nakui stutters, puzzled. Now out of sight, light bursts through the doorway, pain streaking throughout my eyes, to which I cover with my elbow, stalling for them to adjust, but I continue onwards. The door hinges rattle as I rap my fingers, quivering, around the handle and push into the white. I coil my arms around my ribs preparing for the cold gust of thin air to soak me, only for it not to arrive thanks to the numbness of my nerves. T-shirt only, I daftly begin my "peaceful" walk back to the exact same place where I heard that damn tune. Despite everything it put me through, somehow, someway, I don't feel even the slightest bit threatened.
It's almost like I've been consumed by a trance, mind, and body, without control over any of my ideals. Yet, before I could listen to the crunching of snow beneath my feet, or the gusts of wind which glide past dried blood ridden ears, I've returned. Pines towering over me, taunting, insulting, as they laugh through gusts of wind. Despite the circumstances, I still manage to doze off while walking, I guess some things never change. If you're as stupid as me. Which makes me think. Nakui hasn't come. she knows how close our houses are so it only makes sense for her not to be worried. hmm... I heard people like to play a game where they ask their friends what they would wish for if they were given a free one. Let's see, if I were to make one wish, it would be to have perfect memory for the rest of my life so I don't forget anything else extremely important.
Even out at the edge of the town you can still smell the soothing scent of the local cafe. It makes me reminisce about the groaning engine of the family car when I arrived at this town...
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I'm not sure why, but it's been a while since I've felt this way. If all of this never happened, if I just hadn't decided on that one fucking bookstore. Then maybe things would be different.
Stephane, Shuny, Nakui, oh how frustrating they could be. But I still love them, they're family to me, the only ones who wanted anything to do with Ori and I. Now that I think about it, she doesn't have the same issues as I do, seems like it hasn't awoken within her, she's like a gun without a trigger.
Well, I'll have to hope and pray that those three don't forget about Ori, cause that tune is back. Only more distant this time. Time to head forward, upon the crusty snow. I move my right foot first, only now paying attention to the bareness of them, poking at the sand with my toes, my leg recoils back while I let the chills drench my being. Eyelids slam down like an unhinged door, straining myself to think of something else, continuing to lurch forward. All while the tune quiets down as forest further engulfs me. Step upon step, metre upon metre, my focus unwavering no matter how hard I try to distract myself.
The tune is only a distant thought now, the only one that still stays with me, is questioning my chance of survival, despite the fact that I came here knowing well that I wouldn't come out alive. Even if I do somehow survive, hypothermia will tear me apart. It's not all bad though, I heard freezing to death gives you a warm feeling, not such a bad way to go compared to suicide. As much as I may hate the tune, it's really the only thing keeping me sane, keeping me moving forward.
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Maybe Ori will use her intuition to come and take me back, Nakui perhaps, maybe even Shuny and Steph.
"Haha," Chuckling through the pain of cold underneath the cloudless sky, "What was I thinking?"
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It's at this point, true fear is upon me... the hour of silence has struck.
Panicked, my eyelids open themselves, acting upon instinct. Finding that the scenery's been smudged, I hunt for anything that could possibly stand out, however, my vision sharpens and clears in an instant, almost abnormally fast. Only to reveal three hooded figures with nothing but a black empty void where their faces should be, scythes in hand. Just like.
Grim reapers.