ha neul had started losing track of the days.
the rinse and repeat of the carousel mundane was eating at him, and as he eroded, things started to fade. he caught himself trying to pick out details of a fuzzy memory, thinking that if he squinted just a little harder, they would slip back through the cracks and wash through his mind in vibrant colors. he wanted to hold on, to relive every touch and each lingering breath that crept along the skin of his neck. those whispered mornings that haunted each move and weighed down his bones, the shadows that sat heavy beneath his eyes, were vital; torturous, but vital all the same.
hannie held his hand tightly against his chest, shredded flesh pressed against the tightly woven thread of his shirt as he tried to quell the bleeding. he'd lost control - for a split second, he'd been swallowed up by welled up emotion and taken it out on anything close enough to catch his punch. the bricks had breathed in the impact, littering his skin and blood with fragments of stone. they twisted into his veins and shifted as he tightened his fist, biting the inside of his lip until he broke the skin.
flesh tears, bones break, organs burst. the damage can be repaired; bones set, flesh sewn, and the pain resolved, but when life breaks down, all you can do is feel your way through.