A subtle sinking sensation pressed his weight to the floor of the elevator as it shot upwards through blurry clouds and saturated sky. Red, green, blue shadows glitched in and out of frame as the surrounding glass panels forcibly widened his field of vision. The sensation wore off, instead sudden weightlessness jolting every nerve in his body to full speed, temporarily.
Then that too, wore off, now high enough that movement was negligible. Eternally repeating hills of the same parabola, each with a spinning windmill sitting atop, suctioned the weightlessness to collect at his chest. He held onto this, tight, and smiled, for that was something he could vaguely recognise as "hope". A nonexistent sun shone down on all that was right, yet there were no shadows; only low resolution grass and a never-setting horizon.
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Liminal Lonely- Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock)
FanfictionA sweet lil drabble of an evening in the Bachira household :) NOTE: Intended to be read on AO3
