Third Person POV
Disappointment. Fear. Excruciating pain. He had felt it all; endlessly. Relentless in battering his soul. A vicious, never-ending cycle.
He thought that it would never end. He could have sworn that he was doomed to endure this torment until the end of time. Perhaps even after that.
Where could he find reprieve from such anguish? He could not even place trust in his own mind. His morals had become distorted over time. A gradual, yet steady process.
Perhaps it was better this way. No longer would his emotions wrack his soul with regret and self-resentment. No longer would he be a prisoner of his own mind.
Liberation was such a tantalizing thing. He fiercely desired it. Perhaps more than anything.
How would it feel to finally be free? What sacrifices would he have to make to escape the pain?
What else could he possibly give? He had nothing left.
Painless. Numb. Nothingness. How incredibly satisfying it was to feel absolutely nothing at all! Nothing could imprison him anymore. The feeling of being trapped became a distant, almost foreign feeling.
No matter how wondrous it was, he knew that freedom came with a cost. A tremendously steep one.
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