Dead Inside
As he watched the candle wax melt, the flame slowly scurried away by the soft hushed wind. Meanwhile his eyes grew wider and wider each instant. His body was stiff, and he then realized he could no longer move. He was trapped within himself and nobody could break him loose. The flame in his eyes intensified with every millisecond, it brought out the wrath and malice of the young adult. The sinister spirit inside him grew stronger each time the flame nurtured within his profound sight. Then something strange happened; he started to feel again. He sensed something he had not experienced in a long time, he felt fear. This emotion was like an enemy that was nothing less than part of every working cell in his being. A being he had definitely vainly tried to leave behind. His emotions would always catch up with him; they were the only thing that deprived him from the concentration of his rituals.
The room was dark and the only thing lighting it was the black candle in front of him. As he looked into the mirror he saw another version of him. He watched as his face stretched and his skin darkened. His ears were getting smaller, and his nose broader. He knew this was his past life. He kept concentrating on the flame and kept looking in the direction of his reflection. He was stunned at the sight of his past self, his mind was clouded with all sorts of ideals, yet he noticed something hovering beside him.
He could not move his neck but somehow he managed to shift his eyes a little to the left. The walls were closing in on him and he felt weak as he lost power of everything around him. The room got smaller and smaller, the temperature grew colder, and he now found it hard to even breathe. To his left he saw someone he had urged for years to see. This was an additional being that was outside his body. If this were a poker game, he would be definitely the one holding all the cards. Somehow he gave comfort to the young man as he felt power surrounding him. His mind was overflowed with thoughts and right then and there he fainted as everything hid behind the walls of spiritual division.
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