It's been hours. Leah's feet were numb, but she couldn't care less.
She poked at Mateo's arm again, hand still wrapped around his pulsing wrist.
"Mateo, please get up."
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Is this a oneshot if you're talking to a "dead" guy?
"I know you're still alive. Please."
Mateo Ormeno has been disconnected from the server
Attempting to reconnect...
Attempting to reconnect...
"Mateo, you- I- Can... Can you hear me?"
Squeeze that wrist harder.
His hair fell into his forehead, and she ran her hand over the sea of black, pushing it back. Fingers pried, lightly, at his eyelid with the intention to open. To see the pupil's movements.
Squeeze that wrist harder.
His hair fell into his forehead, and she ran her hand over the sea of black, pushing it back. Fingers pried, lightly, at his eyelid with the intention to open. To see the pupil's movements.
Unable to Reconnect to the Server
ERROR 503: Service Unavailable
Attempting to Reconnect... (Attempts: 2)
ERROR 503: Service Unavailable
Attempting to Reconnect... (Attempts: 2)
With desperation, she-
She didn't know what to do.
Her hands slumped to the ground with defeat.
She didn't know what to do.
Her hands slumped to the ground with defeat.
And his body laid comatose against the wall, blood continued to gush out from his ear and mouth.
His heart still beating, so was his pulse. But apart from that, there were no remaining signs of life from him left.
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Attempting to Reconnect... (Attempts: ???)
His heart still beating, so was his pulse. But apart from that, there were no remaining signs of life from him left.
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Attempting to Reconnect... (Attempts: ???)
She cleaned up the boy.
(She cleaned up the body.)
Blood seeped into the sleeves of her turtleneck, held by a now-stabalized hand.
What else was there to do?
''Mateo,'' She whispered, fruitlessly.
''Please.''
(She cleaned up the body.)
Blood seeped into the sleeves of her turtleneck, held by a now-stabalized hand.
What else was there to do?
''Mateo,'' She whispered, fruitlessly.
''Please.''
His bloody figure now looked less gory than a few minutes ago.
The boy's eyes, however, kept shut.
As if he was in a deep sleep.
As if he could not hear the girl's cry.
As if he already accepted his fate.
As if he was already dead.
The boy's eyes, however, kept shut.
As if he was in a deep sleep.
As if he could not hear the girl's cry.
As if he already accepted his fate.
As if he was already dead.
She put her hands on the cross 'round his neck and prayed to nothing.
Something.
Anything.
Wake up.
Something.
Anything.
Wake up.
Nothing.
He was gone, wasn't he?
Either now, or soon.
So she should be gone too-
but she couldn't let go.
She can't ever let go of things. She couldn't just leave him- people loved him. The audience wouldn't but that was the point. He was human. He hasn't been debased for the camera yet. There weren't any blood on his hands, but she would bloody her own fingers if she just get up and left but the more she looked at him, the more she felt like she was going insane.
(Her mind feels like it was rebooting, re-programmed, wires tugged at and snipped away to reveal the nothingness underneath.)
Was this who she is? Was this what vulnerability is? Her fate is on her hands- literally, almost. He was just there. Breathing. Bleeding. Alive. But not alive.
He was gone, wasn't he?
Either now, or soon.
So she should be gone too-
but she couldn't let go.
She can't ever let go of things. She couldn't just leave him- people loved him. The audience wouldn't but that was the point. He was human. He hasn't been debased for the camera yet. There weren't any blood on his hands, but she would bloody her own fingers if she just get up and left but the more she looked at him, the more she felt like she was going insane.
(Her mind feels like it was rebooting, re-programmed, wires tugged at and snipped away to reveal the nothingness underneath.)
Was this who she is? Was this what vulnerability is? Her fate is on her hands- literally, almost. He was just there. Breathing. Bleeding. Alive. But not alive.
After another hour of crying and deliberation, she stood up and left.
Don't mind the shaking- it's been there for a while.
Don't mind the shaking- it's been there for a while.