[They shout it, voice tearing, cracking at the edges, fracturing with dismay, disuse, pain, humiliation, horror, regret. Their cheek stings, red with cold and the hard print of a hand. The snow is burning into their back through their striped shirt. The handle of the knife digs into their spine, pinned between them and the snow-strewn dirt.
It hurts to scream.
It'll hurt more to die.]
There's no LOVE here! No RESETs! We're somewhere else!
[Look up, they want to say. Look up and see the sky again. But all that springs to their mind is the name - ]
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[They shout it, voice tearing, cracking at the edges, fracturing with dismay, disuse, pain, humiliation, horror, regret. Their cheek stings, red with cold and the hard print of a hand. The snow is burning into their back through their striped shirt. The handle of the knife digs into their spine, pinned between them and the snow-strewn dirt.
It hurts to scream.
It'll hurt more to die.]
There's no LOVE here! No RESETs! We're somewhere else!
[Look up, they want to say. Look up and see the sky again. But all that springs to their mind is the name - ]
- Wonderland.