GraceHe led on his bed, eyes shut, the dim light creeping through his eyelids. The purple walls were soft with peace as he listened to Jeff Buckley's Grace.Grace3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The nearby lampshade lit the one white wall which reflected around the room like a spectrum cast over the soft purple walls, darkened by shadows.
He thought of how his death would affect the world if he were to choke on chewing gum right then. If he'd been found listening to a tragic masterpiece with dead ears. But then he worried, he was no one. None of this would affect the world around him, so he stopped the thought as soon as he could and returned his attention to the melodic guitar riff of Last Goodbye.
At that his lungs tightened and his stomach contracted as he sprang forth, clenching at his chest in hope for the pain to cease. With a cough the pain began to fade. Legs hanging over the bedside he found himself bent double clutching the space below his rib cage, applying some pressure as to squeeze the pain out.
As his plan slowly