泥萌要滴文章
2023-04-28 来源:百合文库
The Forward
He is torn, helmet shattered, his vision blurry, his lungs rattling, mind wobbling like a lost yacht in the middle of a storm, picking up fragmented memories, tossing around broken thoughts. He staggers towards the gate, leaving a trail of blood. In the small of his back is a piercing agony, sending jolts of pain up his spine with every step. His head is being torn apart. He spits. Blood. Blood is flooding his mouth. But soon none of that will matter, not anymore. His eyes are trained on the destiny ahead of him, struggling towards the almost magnificent structure in its splendour, bright-lit with spotlights. Through the howling of blood in his ears, he hears, unmistakably, the clang of machinery. Joker is barreling at him, his white face paint marred by streaks of sweat and blood, jolly face pulled into a horrific grimace, showing stained, brown teeth. William doesn’t look behind him; His eyes are somewhere far beyond the gate, trapped in his imagination.
He is back in on the fields, the grassland he has dreamed of in countless nights, waking from them in tears every time.
“No...This time it won't be a nightmare. It won’t.”
The clouds gave way to a beam of sunlight, throwing a circular glow on him like a spotlight. Soon it widened, revealing the stadium in all its glory. The clouds fleet away, the sky stretching into an endless blue.
He is torn, helmet shattered, his vision blurry, his lungs rattling, mind wobbling like a lost yacht in the middle of a storm, picking up fragmented memories, tossing around broken thoughts. He staggers towards the gate, leaving a trail of blood. In the small of his back is a piercing agony, sending jolts of pain up his spine with every step. His head is being torn apart. He spits. Blood. Blood is flooding his mouth. But soon none of that will matter, not anymore. His eyes are trained on the destiny ahead of him, struggling towards the almost magnificent structure in its splendour, bright-lit with spotlights. Through the howling of blood in his ears, he hears, unmistakably, the clang of machinery. Joker is barreling at him, his white face paint marred by streaks of sweat and blood, jolly face pulled into a horrific grimace, showing stained, brown teeth. William doesn’t look behind him; His eyes are somewhere far beyond the gate, trapped in his imagination.
He is back in on the fields, the grassland he has dreamed of in countless nights, waking from them in tears every time.
“No...This time it won't be a nightmare. It won’t.”
The clouds gave way to a beam of sunlight, throwing a circular glow on him like a spotlight. Soon it widened, revealing the stadium in all its glory. The clouds fleet away, the sky stretching into an endless blue.
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