distorted world | iv
This time, he knew it was real.
Beads of sweat trailed down the sides of his face.
His heartbeat echoed loudly in his ear.
His fingers felt numb and cold.
He raised his hands before him, willing them to stop shaking.
Then, gently, he breathed out.
I'm okay.
I'm okay...
"Are you, really?"
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