Lyle felt himself falling once more, but this time, he couldn't even muster up the strength to open his eyes. His entire body still felt like it was on fire. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that he had gone swimming in a volcano where the heat was eating into his body, scorching his lungs until he could barely gasp for air. Reaching inside him and coating his stomach, his liver and his chest in magma to the extent that he felt as though he was being slowly burnt alive. As if it were eating through his organs slowly but surely, making it far more painful for him than if it had been done in one go.
Was this how it all ended? He wondered before wincing at the pain his thoughts seemed to cause.
