.notes: graphic novelesque story, a very short sequel to
Contour, to wrap up the angstiness
dogeared got started with "Fall."
CRASH
I crashed.
Imagine losing your genius, waking up and not knowing how stars work, why time is, or whatever.
Anyway, so I was on a mission and BANG, I got hit.
And i fell.
When I woke up I couldn't fly.
(I was sca--pissed.)
After, I used to wake up sometimes and think I can't fly anymore.
(and that... still pisses me off.)
But now I wake up and you're here.
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