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「 ❝𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬.❞
everyone knows Paradis's side of the story,
but what about Marley's?
after being forced to pledge your life to...
to provide context, this chapter is set right after the events that happened in chapter 47! so, 3 months BEFORE armin sees y/n! (i'd take a little peek at that chapter before reading this so it can make sense lol)
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Sometimes silence could be so loud.
Not loud in the same way as a grenade going off would be — it was loud in the way that the silence was so profound, it left your ears ringing from the lack of sound.
The darkness surrounding you mirrored the silence, a vast, empty nothingness as far as you could see. You strained to see something, anything, in the void, but it was as if all the light, matter, and even the very air was gone. There was no sense of direction — no up and down, no left and right. Where did the darkness end and your body begin? Were you lying down or standing? Were your eyes opened or closed?
You felt nothing. You saw nothing. It was almost like you didn't exist.
Your first thought was: Am I dead?
You couldn't remember much before you entered the void. The details of what you saw or did have been lost — or maybe hidden in a place you couldn't quite reach. The darkness felt like it was seeping into the furthest corners of your mind, its black ink tainting every feeling, every memory, into something you couldn't understand.
But then, you thought, if you didn't exist, if you weren't alive, then how were you creating these thoughts? If you weren't there then how were you still sentient?
Maybe I'm not dead — not yet.
Maybe I'm still dying...
You once read somewhere that the mind was the very last thing to go when a person dies — that in the midst of your body shutting down, your brain would manifest all the parts of your life as one last big dream before everything was all said and done. Even the small, minor memories that held no real significance would seem important; like watching flocks of birds flying over tall walls of cement and barbed wire or feeling fine grains of sand pool in the centers of your palms before spilling through the gaps between your trembling fingers. Your memories, big and small, would all mesh and mend together like a film that you already knew the ending to.
