Push and pull, two extremes coming together and repelling each other.
Consciousness can easily turn into unconsciousness.
Voluntary into involuntary.
A small mistake can lead to a grave, life-changing tragedy.
Sanity, oh sanity, can so easily be turned into insanity that the whole concept itself is no more than a joke.
And so it is with living and dying.
The table in my mind flipped without my doing, just a switch that was turned in an instant.
I looked at the engraving of a giant etched into the wood, the violet shimmering coin lying on it, as if to entice someone to take it and commit little shenanigans with the power of the gods, the power that had been, was, and will forever be forbidden.
I sat up and held Henry in my arms to take a look at him.
He was unconscious; his pulse was steady, and so was his breathing. There were no bullet holes inside his shirt on his back, nor any blood besides the one he had vomited out.
