Dominant

My blood paralyzes, the vitality of the air is gone, a dense fog crushes my senses. I am no longer at the foot of the hill, I have already fallen before him: a predator. Which doesn't do good.

Who cares knowing in defeat when sanity is gone?

Soon, the ashes fly and the insects flutter on me. A bit of subtlety that I wouldn't employ exists.

The emotion is already a mixture, the pernicious is an illicit substance that I hope will lead me to an overdose. The flame devours me. I no longer reside, I no longer exist.

But this doesn't mean anything.

Silvain can't give more.

For now I forget my fears, I push reality away, I stay with this thing that makes me fly.

"The impact of the fall will hurt."

...

Anchored in the memory of less than three hours ago, I blink in the light darkness. My palm rests on his bare chest, part of my hair messy there, I try to separate myself but one of his arms goes through my waist. I give up, I don't want to wake him up. His chest rises and falls leisur