[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww
The Seventh Cycle.
One of the many cycles that I had experienced in the Will world.
Even now, I could still remember all of it.
*Puff*
The pungent aroma of tobacco that filled the air.
The smoke was warm and harsh as it entered my lungs. Lazily curling through the air, it left a lingering, acrid scent on my clothes and hair.
A slight burn lingered at the back of my throat, coating my tongue as a sense of calm took over.
It was a cycle that I would never forget.
.....In that cycle, I indulged in the past.
Relished the sense of calm that the cigarettes used to bring me.
But that wasn't all.
*Sip*
Gripping the coarse-textured glass, I slowly savored the warm burn spreading down my throat.
It was similar, yet different.
"Haa..."
I remembered sinking into the sofa.
It embraced every part of me and dragged me deeper into the sweet comfort and allure of it.