The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Walking in a pool of blood
"Huff..."
He gasped as hard as he could. The smell of rusted iron entered his nose alongside the breath. The disgusting stench burned his throat and stuffed his lungs with foul air, yet, he didn't stop gasping.
"Huff..."
He would die if he stopped, just like everyone else. He too would die.
'I have to...'
He had to keep going.
Splash
Water splattered everywhere as he took one step forward. It seized his everything to move that small, heavy step and push through the water under his feet.
Splash
Water? No. It wasn't it. It was… heavier. It smelled rusty… It was dyed in a crimson tinge… Water... No, it was-
PLOP
His boot tripped on something. Water splattered as he lost his balance and fell down to the pool; the pool he was walking in. His knees dug into the mud and his damp clothes got soaked.