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LABYRINTH OCT: HAUNTED PART 13: Bother [TW: brief suicidal thoughts] It felt… the same. The same panic. The same loss of breath in his lungs. No… no, it wasn’t the same. It was worse. He was young back then. Sickly, weak… but his spirit had been far from dead. He had remembered so little of that time, but now… it was vivid. Colors bright, smells strong, fear as radiating as if it had happened just that morning. He remembered how fast his feet had carried him. Had he ever run so fast in his entire life? But… why did he run towards it rather than away? That part was fuzzy… Was he just a fool? He remembered screaming for help. He screamed so loud his throat felt as if it would rupture. Yet, it did not make a difference. His fate still happened. He was so young then, and yet death had nearly grasped him anyway. What was he to do presently? He was older but none-too-wiser. Slower, even weaker, and his spirit? What was even left of that? He could not remember the last time he