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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

and into the bitter cold. There was no wind, but the air was frigid and raw. The air was clear, showing a pale blue sky as the sun slowly drifted towards the horizon. The surrounding area was either thick woods or marshy fields. I started walking down the side of the road, not caring where it took me, even though I knew exactly where it led. The white sand and gravel on the side of the roar was filled with garbage, from beer bottles to empty cigarette cartons. The cars that drove past me had a dull whooshing sound, like a last dying breath. The raw frigid air, the bleak landscape, the taunting drones of cars driving by, and the trash around my feet was both comforting and depressing. The cold helped ease my chronic pain and the barren scenery made me feel more at home, but with each empty cigarette carton I kicked aside and each car that broke the silence, I was reminded of how alone I wanted to be and how much I couldn’t be. Coming to a stop, I reached down and picked up the umpteenth beer bottle to cross my path. The label had long since been weathered away, and the inside was caked with the dry liquor and the insects that had tried to eat away at it. “This world is rotting.” I muttered. Then, not knowing why but suddenly furious, I raised my hand and threw the bottle down at the cold pavement, shattering it into hundreds of tiny shards, one of which flew up and delivered a cut across my cheek. Before I could even wipe away the blood, I collapsed as a wave of seizing pain ... burned up my spine. I fell into the snow, feeling the raw air sting my lungs as I roared in pain. This seizure was far worse than the ones I usually experienced. I rolled on my back, looking up into the bleak sky as the snow froze my hair and ears. I was gasping for air as my body jerked, wondering if this was the seizure that would finally kill me. It had sure taken its sweet damn time. I heard a car speed over to me and stop. A car door slammed and footsteps echoed as someone ran over to me. A guy’s face came into my view. “Hey buddy, are you all right?” He asked. I got up, wincing as I did. I staggered to my feet and vomited a pint of blood onto the side of the road. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I said as I limped away. It was time to head home. I stepped through the front door of my home and was instantly bombarded by hugs and greetings from my relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else. I could sense the awkwardness underneath their words as they asked how tall I was and all of the other clique inquisitions. “Dinner is ready!” I heard my mom call from the kitchen. I had no appetite. “I’m just going to go to bed.” I said. Before anyone could even stop me, I went upstairs and into my room. I moved to my bed, wincing as my muscles became more and more sore. “Please, just let me sleep and not wake up.” I said to myself as I laid down and let my aching body shut down. “Why can’t I hear your name?” I asked, speaking to the girl while the hallucination would let me. ...