[Sunny lets out a near imperceptible noise of panic as he hits the water, expecting it to drag him under. It doesn’t, but he still curls up back into a ball, hands over his ears and eyes shut tight.
Frieda is pleading with him - pleading - and he doesn’t know how to make it stop, can’t admit the Truth, because then she would hate him, they all would-]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-
[The same repeated apologies falls from his lips. To Frieda, to Mari, to people who thought him a friend, to his father…
Suddenly, there is one final swing of the axe, then a giant CRACK! The water beneath them shudders, like something large and heavy hitting the ground, but it doesn’t give way. Then…
Silence.
Sunny stays curled up in a ball, trying to ignore the wet sensation of the River he’s crouched on. Waiting for another angry retort or for the axe to come for him this time. Would it be easier, then? To feel that pain and then nothing at all?
It doesn’t come. The voice has gone, though whether it has been appeased or the memory has simply run its course is something Sunny doesn’t have the answer to.
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[Sunny lets out a near imperceptible noise of panic as he hits the water, expecting it to drag him under. It doesn’t, but he still curls up back into a ball, hands over his ears and eyes shut tight.
Frieda is pleading with him - pleading - and he doesn’t know how to make it stop, can’t admit the Truth, because then she would hate him, they all would-]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-
[The same repeated apologies falls from his lips. To Frieda, to Mari, to people who thought him a friend, to his father…
Suddenly, there is one final swing of the axe, then a giant CRACK! The water beneath them shudders, like something large and heavy hitting the ground, but it doesn’t give way. Then…
Silence.
Sunny stays curled up in a ball, trying to ignore the wet sensation of the River he’s crouched on. Waiting for another angry retort or for the axe to come for him this time.
Would it be easier, then? To feel that pain and then nothing at all?It doesn’t come. The voice has gone, though whether it has been appeased or the memory has simply run its course is something Sunny doesn’t have the answer to.