Open: The Finale (Purple path)
Prompt: a flood of emotions from those around them, seeping into every crack in their minds until they are unable to separate themselves from the onslaught.
Pom felt her compusre crumble. The usual type to keep it in, the flood felt almost overwhelming. Pom was sniffling, hyperventalitling, and angry all at once.
Pom kicked a rock in duress. Her eyes streaming down tears mixed with blood and dirt.
"What the fuck is going on?" Pom yelled in anger and anguish.

















