DACE
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The cluttered storm in my chest, in my head. It's overwhelming and the flood of memories that came with it was like a hurricane, weighing in my senses. I can't breathe, I don't think I have for the past two minutes. I need something to stop the cold, I feel so fucking cold. Like ice passing through my skin and freezing the organs in my chest. It's too cold, too cold, too cold.
I scatter around for something, anything that would get me hot or burn me, to feel some kind of heat because my body can't take it... my aura isn't working, it's taking over my body heat like a storm of blazers. I pulled the decanter from the bar, smashing the rest of them to the floor because of my snappiness. I didn't have time to take a glass so I took it in one go, all of it or even more. It burned my chest but it didn't stop the cold. It wasn't just the cold now it was everything going in my head and playing over and over again.
