What One Can Do

That so-called god must really hate me.

How can I finally crawl out of the depths, only to be plunged right back into them?

"Angel…?"

An angel collapses, bleeding.

The angel's face is pale, all life drained from it; their eyes are sunken, their gaze unfocused.

Blood pours from their nose in an amount no single hand can stop.

The nightmare of that day is about to happen all over again right before my eyes.

I can almost feel the malice, as if something is trying to break me by any means necessary.

It's truly vicious.

"Come on, wake up! Don't close your eyes!!"...