New Times [1/4]

"To save something, you have to save something, this world is nothing but a dream."

-Madara Uchiha

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(Two weeks later)

"TOUCH"

I raise my hand and stop the SPECTOR from touching.

I raise my hand and stop the alarm.

When I wake up the mind already prances every step of the way the stones do not increase my fear.

I walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face.

The mirror reflects the image of a silver-eyed young man with white hair and pale skin.

In the mirror the shadow itself without the warmth of the soul, only the black glow of an already broken mind.

I slide my fingers in the center of my chest and touch a red crystal in a diamond shape.

And then I slide my fingers to a mark on my neck that looks like a wing tattoo with sharp edges and has a violet color.

They mysteriously formed a few weeks ago.

*Sigh*

Sighing in the mirror again.

In those times in my dreams images appear and when I try to deepen my head hurts.

Beautiful days from the past come back in my mind, in that other time I feel perfectly as they blur and become inconstant.

Cursed fruit of the past, amnesia turned everything from colorful to grayish.

A void far and different from its pure essence.

I've been broken, torn apart, destroyed, lost my life, the people I loved.

My body no longer feels the stimulus of pain.

Now with nothing, no history, no memory with only an emptiness occupying.

A bird caged in its own consciousness.

My chest here empty, I no longer know what I feel or if I at least feel it, I cannot count on anyone because I am not in the habit of comforting anyone then why would anyone comfort me?

Someone so broken, shattered with an unstable mind.

I wonder what it would be like if I didn't change.

I had no other choice but to change, I accidentally changed without even realizing I was different.

My mind drowned in a sea of bloody roses while chains clung to me.

I breathed the old died and the new was born.

My 'I' is gone but sometimes it still insists on coming back.

This is a plague that spreads.

I run into the arms of those who took time to arrive.

I get lost, she finds me, I see her, she calms me down, everything passes my soul if it calms me down.

When I'm by her side I feel that everything can be a 'Golden time'. The stones on the way don't increase my fear.

In the mirror the shadow itself without the warmth of the soul, only the dark glow of an already broken mind.

Beautiful days of the past come back in my mind, in that other time I feel perfectly as they blur and become fickle.

Cursed fruit of the past, amnesia turned everything from colored to grayish.

A void far and different from its pure essence.

I've been broken, torn apart, destroyed, lost my life, the people I loved.

My body no longer feels the stimulus of pain.

Now with nothing, no history, no memory with only an emptiness occupying.

A bird caged in its own consciousness.

My chest here empty, I no longer know what I feel or if I at least feel it, I cannot count on anyone because I am not in the habit of comforting anyone then why would anyone comfort me?

Someone so broken, shattered with an unstable mind.

I wonder what it would be like if I didn't change.

I had no other choice but to change, I accidentally changed without even realizing I was different.

My mind drowned in a sea of bloody roses while chains clung to me.

I breathed the old died and the new was born.

My 'I' is gone but sometimes it still insists on coming back.

This is a plague that spreads.

Coming out of my thoughts I finish my things in the bathroom and go down.

It's not even 5 hours yet and I'm standing so there won't be anyone around for a while.

In these last few weeks Sir Nighteye is getting worse in his situation, he's even wanting to make a hero's office.

*Sigh*

That's probably going to be very complicated and exhausting.

It reminds me of my new 'friend' if I can talk like this.

These days I'm going out with her and if I can say it's reassuring that all my mental stress that I've accumulated from so much training is being cured.

We have some similarities between us and we get along well.

Many similarities if I may say so.

That's at least a little worrying considering my condition.

I can't believe people easily.

Time and circumstances will tell what they are.

But other than that it's good to spend some time with her.

When I'm by her side I feel like everything can be a 'golden time'.

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