Translation
Fanfic: Die Schuld der Unsterblichkeit
Subtitle: Das Vergessen
Chapter: shadow
Shadows dance across the walls of the room, just a cold copy of the fire, the really deadly fire behind me. But it won't hurt me. Because it's winter, winter again, and winter releases the cold ghosts that are part of me. In a couple of hours it will be over, over again, and I feel the pull, I feel my vision blur, but that's okay because there's that smell and I'm not going to lose track.
But this woman ... I know her. It smells different. It is not what it appears to be. She is to blame for all of them, for all of them, I know that, she is to blame, and words are just words and the fire in me burns higher and hotter than that in this room, it still gets cold because it is me, it will soon be over, but now it's burning, I'm losing control, and that's good
It's still cold. Hasn't it always been like this? I don't know, but my life ends here, that's what Aikari said. Aikari doesn't lie. And she'll be gone soon, that's what Aikari said too. And I know Aikari's smell as long as I don't see her face. I'll be back soon, back home. But then Aikari will be gone, and isn't she all I know?
Life is getting easier. The cold is back, the real cold. And the cold was always there. I look up. How gray the sky is, but I like that color when there's no red to frame it, but there's red. This red is okay. But when I see blood where there is no blood, when I am scared, where there is nothing to fear ... The thought disappears, it is forgetting, ultimate forgetting, as if someone were to erase a line on a computer screen that no one has ever read .
From one moment to the next. First there was this room, which was always there, and then the people. I don't remember and then it's gone again. A kingdom to back up. This time it's actually cold, I see snow, and the others see it too.And they see me. Everyone seems to be looking at me. Truth or imagination? Just a dream? I don't feel any difference. It is actually like a dream, and the memory of reality is already fading. In the meantime there is nothing more, nothing, except ...
That is forgetting.
But this woman ... I know her. It smells different. It is not what it appears to be. She is to blame for all of them, for all of them, I know that, she is to blame, and words are just words and the fire in me burns higher and hotter than that in this room, it still gets cold because it is me, it will soon be over, but now it's burning, I'm losing control, and that's good
It's still cold. Hasn't it always been like this? I don't know, but my life ends here, that's what Aikari said. Aikari doesn't lie. And she'll be gone soon, that's what Aikari said too. And I know Aikari's smell as long as I don't see her face. I'll be back soon, back home. But then Aikari will be gone, and isn't she all I know?
Life is getting easier. The cold is back, the real cold. And the cold was always there. I look up. How gray the sky is, but I like that color when there's no red to frame it, but there's red. This red is okay. But when I see blood where there is no blood, when I am scared, where there is nothing to fear ... The thought disappears, it is forgetting, ultimate forgetting, as if someone were to erase a line on a computer screen that no one has ever read .
From one moment to the next. First there was this room, which was always there, and then the people. I don't remember and then it's gone again. A kingdom to back up. This time it's actually cold, I see snow, and the others see it too.And they see me. Everyone seems to be looking at me. Truth or imagination? Just a dream? I don't feel any difference. It is actually like a dream, and the memory of reality is already fading. In the meantime there is nothing more, nothing, except ...
That is forgetting.