Nothing: Part 2
It’s not long before you find the second something. Somehow you knew there wouldn’t be just the one.
After all you didn’t just fail once.
It’s strange. You’ve seen him at his best and worst. Struggling to make ends meet. Trying so hard just to keep his family together.
Yet now you can’t even look him in the eye.
Half his face is gone, blown away by the smoke and fire from his own hand. His hat and shirt are torn and sprayed with shrapnel.
He clutches an empty picture frame and cries. It’s a horrible noise, yet you only feel the nothing.
Please don’t go, he begs. Is he talking to you? You don’t know.
The last time he said those words they were for a completely different person.
You keep moving. His sobs fade quickly as you move further away.
You continue to walk and find only a white mask on the ground. No blood this time.
Something urges you to pick it up.
Nothing pushes you forward.
Don’t linger. It says. You couldn’t help even if you wanted to.
But you want to. So much.
Why don’t you? Why can’t you?
You walk further still. The mask vanishes after only a few steps.
You don’t even know where you’re going at this point.
You don’t even know if you can stop.