#dfruitberries

Even with the numbness in Fruit’s fingers, he can feel the warmth rapidly draining from the cloth.

“Illumina,” he finds himself whispering, almost desperately. Though Fruit knows he’s alone in the dimension, he can’t stop the words from tumbling past his lips.

Fruit’s vision splits into two, and he can almost feel rough, gloved fingers squeeze his palm. He clutches the jacket’s sleeve tighter in his fist, as if to let the phantom touch know it’s not welcome.

Though Fruit would prefer the eerie silence of the End, his heartbeat pounds against his eardrums, and his ragged breaths become all too loud, thundering in his chest.