AfterThe old, fragile man laid on the bed, unconscious. He was surrounded by loads of scientific equipment; wires were running from his head to a massive machine whose size was comparable to a small room. It wasn't the man's preferred way to die, but it was in the name of science. It was for the best, he decided. The machine he was connected to was a phenomenal one. It was to run eternally, powered by some impossibly complicated method involving quantum physics. Built to be indestructible, this machine was constructed with material harder than diamonds, tougher than steel. This machine was thought by its creators to be the greatest achievement in the history of mankind, that is, if it worked. A woman was standing by the machine, monitoring the man's status.
A young, black-haired man walked into the room, dressed in the typical white lab coat and glasses. "He should be going soon," he said to the woman by the machine. She nodded as she continued to stare at the machine's display.
The dying m
SleepSitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at her. She was laying down, feeling weak, struggling to stay alive, if only for his sake. He stroked his hand across her smooth, pale skin, trying to hold back tears. She opened her eyes halfway, and smiled at him. It was a weak smile, but it still had all the meaning in the world to them. He smiled back, and ran his fingers through her brown, unbrushed hair.
She winced suddenly, not from his touch, but from the pain inside of her. The pain all around her. She was going fast, and they both knew it. She didn't want to die. She was fighting as hard as she could.
He ran his hands all across her body, feeling her for possibly the last time. Again, weakly, she smiled. She was trying to hide her suffering so he wouldn't feel so sad, but it was no use. She let out a cry of pain. As she was attempting to hide her pain, he was trying to hide the tears. She watched one roll down the side of his face, and she sighed. She hated seeing him like this, almos
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I was with some friends, out in someplace pretty, on a swimming trip or something. Who knows, all I know is that we were there. Where? I don't know. Someplace my mind generated for me.
But it was fucking beautiful, and I wish I had a brain camera.
Me, Phillip, Sam, and Toby. Swimming in this pretty pretty river that was exceptionally clean.
Phillip was just goofing off, Toby fell down the waterfall, and me and Sam were hanging out a lot more than usual. We sat by a rock near a waterfall (cause we're just geniuses), laughed at Toby, then fucking Phillip called my cellphone, awakening me from this beautiful (seriously, the place was amazing) dream I was having.
"Fuck you, I don't feel good." I muted the phone, and attempted to get back into the dream.
I started to drift back off into pretty-land, when my fucking parents walk in saying "Hey, Phillip called the house, yadda yadda yadda he wants to se