AVIN'S POV
"Life sucks, even when I have been given a second chance I have made no real efforts to make the best out of it.. All I do is fuck it up, on earth and on whatever the hell this hell hole is….
So far, all I have been able to do is mess shit up… and Miranda… all this is my fault"
The words slid out of me bitter and small, swallowed by the dark like a confession muttered into a grave. A giggle that tasted of iron escaped my lips, then dissolved into a long, hopeless sigh.
"Now she hates me… and I'm pretty sure she is going to be like my first villain.. feels like how things work around here…
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Anyway, this is a pretty long fall"
I opened my eyes into nothing. Not a ceiling, not the familiar grain of my chamber — only absolute black, a sucking emptiness that had no up and no down. For a breath that felt like a lifetime I realized I was moving: falling, tumbling, a slow merciless drop that rewound the whole of me, past mistakes flickering like bad film.
