Slowly colour drains from your face.
Sinking. Fading. Blurring.
And the cacophony of the street deflates.
You are paralyzed - frozen in mid-gesture.
Sinking, Fading.
Light. There is only light now.
Your face becomes distant; crisp yet unreachable.
I pour myself into one last glance at you and
Sinking. I'm sinking.
Pain leaves me as I merge with light.
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