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Whumpril Day 7 - Restless
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Sleep was always a funny thing after regressing. The clock had rewinded, and Yoo Joonghyuk knew he had began everything anew, yet his dreams lingered on his deaths. His dreams also had some unwelcome visitors, a certain prophet crawling through the gap in his normally so sturdy mental barrier.
That was where he found himself now, trapped in a dream, that woman standing above it all, looking down at him as he struggled. He chose not to acknowledge her, as this was not the first time. She seemed to come only to watch him, to see him fail.
In this dream, he was fighting the battle that caused him to regress, something that had occurred this time due to a foolish mistake.
It was a simple scenario, typical find-and-kill the monster mission. But one of his companions, his young protégé, had found themselves in bother, which led Yoo Joonghyuk to look away to check on the girl. She was fine, just a surface level cut on her arm, and as she raised her head she waved over to show she was okay.
This was too big of a distraction. He had repeated this enough times to know she survived that fight. He had repeated enough to learn to never lose focus during an exchange of blows. The death was quick the first time.
The next times were not so much. How cruel was it to have a Stigma that made you repeat everything, in addition to unceasing night terrors that begged of him to go back, that begged him to never had made the mistake in the first place.
He awoke with a jolt, and the pain of a claw in his torso. The nightmare had twisted it so he watched his student be torn apart, with him following shortly after.
He did not fall asleep again that night. He reflected on the mistakes he had made. He continued walking along the lonely path.
I feel like the sun is setting on my life
When there's so much to be done and you just sit there not knowing what/where to start.
It's 2:31 AM, my dear
And i am still awake
Thinking of our reckless words
On another restless night
Seeing you in every place
In the shadows of my room;
Your face
Smiling at me
Chasing away sleep
Like a childish game,
Of wolves and sheep.