Simon’s whole body flinched at the sudden touch, limbs lightly clanking against the wall. His inner clock might have been damaged, but it nonetheless told him the time -- a month should have passed by now while Simon was stuck here, unaware of anything that’s been happening on the outside. All the progress that’s been made, the fact that their message on Stratford Tower had created ripples into human history too strong to be ignored.
He didn’t know why his first instinct was to call for Markus. He felt stupid for it. Of course they wouldn’t have come back for him. It was most likely that none of them even knew where he was -- or had been this whole time. The other voice that spoke instead was quite familiar, yet he couldn’t place his finger on why exactly. The texture of the voice seemed somewhat recognisable, but the tone did not fit his memory. Nothing really did anymore. The darkness and silence of this place was similar to the one that he had experienced on Jericho before Markus had arrived, only worse. It distorted every memory of him day by day.
“Who are you?” Simon asked again despite not really caring for the answer. He’s been abandoned and left alone in the dark to deal with his thoughts for so long. He needed someone or something to make it stop. “Did you come for me?”
@deconstructlife | continued.