As we get closer to the light and the end of the tunnel, the relief that I feel from being able to crawl out of such a cramped place is slowly turning to worry with a line of thought:
That this is actually a really, really bad idea.
I'm prepared to turn back and face that small tunnel again just so I do not have to get in the city again, especially in such form and with witness of my changing, but the cold man has other ideas and rushes out into the city and, because since the time he left my back he has stayed away and out of my reach, furthermore I'm still held back by these unstable walls, I end up being unable to grab and hold him back, only managing to watch him disappear into the bright lights.
Fuck me.
