Tyler is alone in the city of Dema. He can't remember who he was before then. All he knows now is trying to survive in this world. He sees others around him who are struggling too, and he wants to help them. But he can't. He can't even seem to help...
Tyler isn't aware of anything that happens the entire day. He just lives in a sort of fog, even more so than usual. He goes through the motions. And he doesn't look up, not once.
He doesn't want a reminder of how many lives the bishops have messed up.
By the time night falls, he finds himself lying on the hard ground, alone, once more.
And that's when the tears fall.
I'm sorry! he wants to scream. So sorry!
The worst part is, he felt like he deserved it, deserved the pain. Every minute of it.
He reaches for the yellow notebook he hid, but he doesn't write anything down. He can't. It's his right hand that...flashes of what he did to himself, what he was convinced to do tear across his mind...that was injured.
And he can't write well enough with his left hand, so instead, he carefully flips through the pages, trying to feel something. Anything.
But all he finds is emptiness.
[This got really sad and I'm sorry! I'll put a happy picture below!]
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I have no idea what's happening in that picture, but I'm loving the energy!
