Tiredness seeped into my bones, right into the metal like rust, and Holy Fuck did I want to sleep, just wanted to close my eyes, they were so heavy. It wasn’t good to though. Not now, not when I was so close, not when I could very well make it.
Not when I could feel it like the screams right behind my teeth, clamoring to come out. When all odds were against me, I had to keep going. When I wanted to lay down and give my self over, when I just wanted to close my eyes and pretend that when I go to sleep I won’t ever get up again.
I couldn’t stop, when it wasn’t the end yet, and it wasn’t going to be for a long while. No matter the amount of tired I was, no matter the metal in my bones burning down to dust and grime. No matter my blood screaming at me to stop, just stop.
It wasn’t the end yet.