Date: 2017-05-29 04:07 pm (UTC)
imthepilot: (Drawn - shellshocked)
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"The blast threw me through the door. Into the garage downstairs. I hit my head on something. It left everything brittle and confused. Like after-" again, he can't talk about what happened in the catacombs.

"My memories were fractured. It took me a while to remember how I died. I remembered you, and that I loved you. But not if you'd loved me back."

"I got it back, slowly. Piece by piece. But I was lost. Trapped. I stopped eating because nothing had tastes. I stopped coming downstairs because everything was flat and colourless."

He swallows, struggling to explain it. "I took pills to sleep, because being awake was too hard. A man who looks like you but isn't. Doctor Lecter. He tried to help but-"

He drops his eyes. "Pain became the only thing I could feel. The only thing that brought back any colour." He shrugs, hugging his arms protectively. "Then something happened and I couldn't bear it. I couldn't live being trapped here alone anymore." He pushes up his sleeves, revealing the scars at both wrists.

{ooc: this tag is brought to you by a small black cat having an attack of the midnight zoomies and trashing my livingroom.}
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