There had never been a time when they had been alone, and so there was an aptness about their fate that held the elegance of a poem.
He, of course, preferred to view their situation, his situation, with the same sarcastic wit - some of his victims, and even his former readers, might have called it cruelty - that had always been his speciality:
It was pathetic.
He hated the silence, as they all hated the silence, and yet there was only one way to escape it, and even that had been barred by those who were quietly watching them, and, as he suspected, secretly enjoying their punishment.
Oh, how he longed for death.
And yet, he wasn't ready to leave. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but he knew that there was something he had to do before he would be allowed to escape this prison that held both his body and his mind captive. Something he would have to face, to acknowledge, to endure. Something worse than the silence...
Yes, they had chosen their penalty quite fittingly.
And so he was waiting, suffering the loneliness and the silence of his small cell, a silence that was by its sheer existence shaking him more than the loudest constant noise could ever have done.
His mind was numb and yet as alert as it had never been before, and finally, finally, he wasn’t able to escape his fate anymore.
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He, of course, preferred to view their situation, his situation, with the same sarcastic wit - some of his victims, and even his former readers, might have called it cruelty - that had always been his speciality:
It was pathetic.
He hated the silence, as they all hated the silence, and yet there was only one way to escape it, and even that had been barred by those who were quietly watching them, and, as he suspected, secretly enjoying their punishment.
Oh, how he longed for death.
And yet, he wasn't ready to leave. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but he knew that there was something he had to do before he would be allowed to escape this prison that held both his body and his mind captive. Something he would have to face, to acknowledge, to endure. Something worse than the silence...
Yes, they had chosen their penalty quite fittingly.
And so he was waiting, suffering the loneliness and the silence of his small cell, a silence that was by its sheer existence shaking him more than the loudest constant noise could ever have done.
His mind was numb and yet as alert as it had never been before, and finally, finally, he wasn’t able to escape his fate anymore.