i went to the water's edge, forgot i couldn't swim. [PRIVATE THREAD]
[he's been back in his room for - a while now. time is difficult to measure, in his current state. ten minutes, an hour, he has no idea. all he can think about is that he should really move, go do something, lift himself up from whatever place it is he's in - but instead he stays perfectly, even eerily still and his bones feel like they're made of stone. Light's lying on his side, on the bed, one hand bunched tightly in the sheets, as he just tries to remember to breathe. it's harder than he'd have imagined. L's still not back, but that thought is simply one of the many which are fluttering around his head like pale and immaterial hands. he's struggling to get himself under control, to wrestle it all back together, but it's like tying a knot one-handed while his fingers are numb.]