( the match burns, warm blooming from the wick but that doesn't seem possible. it's such a small thing but it's almost like there's a fireplace in front of him because he's warm. he's used to being cold, doesn't really bother him but a part of him hopes that this match never goes out so he can always feel this warm.
the longer the match burns, the stranger things get. he blinks and sees one thing. he blinks again and it's gone. but it doesn't feel like a hallucination. it feels like something else entirely but it's not something he's going to question until the hurried, frantic statement reaches his ears and his focus tears away from the match to the girl.
there's a glow to her and she looks almost blurry. he blinks again, shakes his head but when he opens his eyes, she's still there but she hasn't solidified. )
What's happening to me?
( what had this box done to him? what had this match done to him? it doesn't hurt but it's definitely causing some kind of reaction in him that he can't stop. )
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the longer the match burns, the stranger things get. he blinks and sees one thing. he blinks again and it's gone. but it doesn't feel like a hallucination. it feels like something else entirely but it's not something he's going to question until the hurried, frantic statement reaches his ears and his focus tears away from the match to the girl.
there's a glow to her and she looks almost blurry. he blinks again, shakes his head but when he opens his eyes, she's still there but she hasn't solidified. )
What's happening to me?
( what had this box done to him? what had this match done to him? it doesn't hurt but it's definitely causing some kind of reaction in him that he can't stop. )