Suffering sucks

Date: 6/1/2019

By Allforwhat

Basic Breakdown: For once, I wasn’t alone in the iterations. My father joined me. Upon each new start, we’d be in a battlefield. Sometimes we were on foot with guns. Other times we were manning a chopper. Each time it would end in death. Only once we both died would it restart. The cycles shook him. He was aware of each iteration. The first time we both died. Upon revival, he was pale. He didn’t want to do this anymore. I told him that we didn’t have a choice. Sometimes he’d cry as he watched me die. Other times we’d die together. This seemed like a nightmare aimed towards him. He could never save me. His desperation to do so became more apparent after each iteration. I think it broke him. But I just enjoyed being loved.