Chapter 2
Dante
5 days, 14 hours, 57 minutes, 22 seconds.
I move because stillness feels too much like death. Each passing second carves deeper into the hollow she left behind.
There are no limits now, only the inevitability of ruin.
Chapter 3
Dante
2 weeks, 3 days, 20 hours, 48 seconds.
I am nothing.
A forsaken shell cursed to remember.
Her laugh, it echoes.
Her scent, it lingers.
Her touch, it haunts.
She was the pulse beneath my skin, the war drum of my blood.
Without her, there is no rhythm. No purpose. No reason.
I walk, but I’m not living.
I breathe, but it’s just a reflex.
She was my absolution and my sin.
Let the world fucking burn.
Let it collapse into rubble and decay.
Without her, I’m already ash.