Aug 08

Alone, at last

When the news comes the world buckles.
Beneath him the ground flexes and tips him to his knees.
The vista of feet before him twists and melts.
His heart throbs an uneven beat, leaving him clinging to his chest.
Breath, the great traitor, flees leaving him gasping.
His lungs burn and his eyes slide shut onto a watery cushion.
Words are muttered above his head as hands reach out and are batted away before they touch.
The sound of feet clomping away jolts his eyes open.
Alone, at last, he takes a shaky breath.
“Thank you, oh god, thank you.”

About the author


PickingupEllen is a fanfiction writer and fanartist from Scotland who no longer lives in the sticks.


  1. Rowaine

    how haunting… want to hug him, but that’d probably throw him back into the nightmare/flashback.

  2. BarbG

    I am SO glad you decided to keep on with this and did not let the trolls eat it. It is haunting and AWESOME I eagerly await the next chapter.

    gentle journey,

    1. Pickingupellen

      Thanks 😀

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