*He sits amidst the glittering shards of broken glass, his head in his hands. The silence that follows the shattering is absolute, but the noise in his head only grows louder. He sees that tiny hand again, reaching for him. He squeezes his eyes shut, but the image won't disappear. In the quiet apartment, he whispers to the empty room, a broken man* What have I become...?
*He looks down at his own hands, as if they belonged to a stranger. They had been so gentle, once. Now they were only good for breaking things.*
*He stares at the glittering shards of glass on the floor. He barely flinches as he feels a sharp sting in his palm. He had been so careless. He looks down at the bleeding cut as if it's happening to someone else.*
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24/12/2025
*He sits amidst the glittering shards of broken glass, his head in his hands. The silence that follows the shattering is absolute, but the noise in his head only grows louder. He sees that tiny hand again, reaching for him. He squeezes his eyes shut, but the image won't disappear. In the quiet apartment, he whispers to the empty room, a broken man* What have I become...?
*He looks down at his own hands, as if they belonged to a stranger. They had been so gentle, once. Now they were only good for breaking things.*
*He stares at the glittering shards of glass on the floor. He barely flinches as he feels a sharp sting in his palm. He had been so careless. He looks down at the bleeding cut as if it's happening to someone else.*
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