He couldn't sleep.
He twisted his body to the left and right, looking for a comfortable position but still he wasn't able to relax his mind.
His heart was still beating fast for hours, 'is this really healthy?' he covered his face with the blanket, but then it made him so conscious of the warmth that he pushed aside the blanket, staring blankly at the white ceiling. Strange. He had never felt like this in his previous life, more like he didn't remember much about himself, about his consciousness, he had always lived like on autopilot, waiting for the day he would finally end his life, but today— he felt like he still wanted to live.
Ezra wanted to live.
That realization made the voice inside his head scream even louder.
If I live, then what next?
It was ringing again, his ears were ringing, Ezra suddenly sat up, the sound in his ears grew louder for some reason.
'You shouldn't be happy that you're alive.'
