Just now, as the wet kitchen floor shone under the bright neon lights, I wondered what it would feel like to put my slippers on it, one after another. To slip onto that cold and slippery tiled floor, to close my eyes and maybe, just maybe, never feel again after that initial jarring pain.

Stepping onto that cold stillness was like treading on ice, but at the last moment, I couldn't bear to never feel the delicious pattering of rain, taste the saltiness of tears, to smile at the warmth of the sun. And the cupboard smashed into my leg.

-- xiiao* deathie ♫

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