Peter shakes his head, he can't--he can't do this anymore and he wants to run, but he can't run, he can't run away and be taken into space--
"You--no. Please."
It's mumbled, he's losing hope and the cold, painful reality is setting in. It forms into a heavy weight in his chest, like a vise around his heart, cold and unyielding.
He finally just sits on the ground, and buries his face in his knees, his shoulders shaking.
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The sound of a heart monitor flat-lining.
Peter shakes his head, he can't--he can't do this anymore and he wants to run, but he can't run, he can't run away and be taken into space--
"You--no. Please."
It's mumbled, he's losing hope and the cold, painful reality is setting in. It forms into a heavy weight in his chest, like a vise around his heart, cold and unyielding.
He finally just sits on the ground, and buries his face in his knees, his shoulders shaking.