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Be Careful What You Wish For Chpt 6.
Chapter 6:
Alan knelt in the vast, empty darkness, his breath shallow and ragged. The figure—his perfect reflection—stood over him, patient, waiting for the inevitable moment of surrender. Alan’s mind raced, swirling with memories and emotions he could no longer keep straight. His thoughts blurred, mixing past, present, and the bleak now.
Had he really done this? Had he chosen this fate?
The thought gnawed at him, relentless. But deep down, somewhere in the darkest recesses of his mind, he couldn’t deny it. There was something horribly familiar about the emptiness, the silence. The crushing weight of isolation wasn’t new—it had been lurking within him all along, waiting for its moment to consume everything.
But now, confronted by this truth, Alan’s mind rebelled. He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t accept that this was the end.
“There has to be more,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness. His hands clenched into fists as he pushed himself to his feet, wobbling but standing.
The figure—his doppelgänger—watched him with that same faint smile, bemused but not surprised. “More? Alan, you created this. You wanted peace, to be free from the world, from its pain. You erased it all.”
Alan shook his head, defiant, though the words hit him like a hammer. “No… I didn’t mean to. I—” He stumbled, his breath coming in short bursts. He was trembling, teetering on the edge of collapse again, but he forced himself to remain upright. “I never wanted this. I never wanted to be… alone.”
The figure’s smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine sorrow. “But that’s the lie, isn’t it? You’ve always been alone, Alan. Even when the world was full of people. You felt it. The loneliness, the emptiness. You thought erasing...
Alan knelt in the vast, empty darkness, his breath shallow and ragged. The figure—his perfect reflection—stood over him, patient, waiting for the inevitable moment of surrender. Alan’s mind raced, swirling with memories and emotions he could no longer keep straight. His thoughts blurred, mixing past, present, and the bleak now.
Had he really done this? Had he chosen this fate?
The thought gnawed at him, relentless. But deep down, somewhere in the darkest recesses of his mind, he couldn’t deny it. There was something horribly familiar about the emptiness, the silence. The crushing weight of isolation wasn’t new—it had been lurking within him all along, waiting for its moment to consume everything.
But now, confronted by this truth, Alan’s mind rebelled. He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t accept that this was the end.
“There has to be more,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness. His hands clenched into fists as he pushed himself to his feet, wobbling but standing.
The figure—his doppelgänger—watched him with that same faint smile, bemused but not surprised. “More? Alan, you created this. You wanted peace, to be free from the world, from its pain. You erased it all.”
Alan shook his head, defiant, though the words hit him like a hammer. “No… I didn’t mean to. I—” He stumbled, his breath coming in short bursts. He was trembling, teetering on the edge of collapse again, but he forced himself to remain upright. “I never wanted this. I never wanted to be… alone.”
The figure’s smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine sorrow. “But that’s the lie, isn’t it? You’ve always been alone, Alan. Even when the world was full of people. You felt it. The loneliness, the emptiness. You thought erasing...
