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**After some feedback I made the story shorter by leaving the two middle paragraphs out, the old version is below this one** It was three o’clock in the afternoon and it was getting warmer, Jack rolled his sleeves up and unbuttoned his shirt. The rain had produced an earthy scent on the dry soil and rocks.
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Petrichor

by Dirites

**After some feedback I made the story shorter by leaving the two middle paragraphs out, the old version is below this one**

It was three o’clock in the afternoon and it was getting warmer, Jack rolled his sleeves up and unbuttoned his shirt. The rain had produced an earthy scent on the dry soil and rocks.

It was his seventh night of restlessness, the seventh night of never ending nightmares. In his nightmares he was falling but there was no ground, no ceiling, and no walls.

It had the absence of feeling alive. Rather there was the feeling of coldness and darkness.

Without darkness there are no stars, but there was nothing, only falling forever without touching down, falling down alone into nothingness.

The world around him was dying, there was nobody left. He was looking at his watch but he couldn’t see the time. Time had no meaning anymore.

The calm acceptance that things can happen in a different order that he had in mind and the difference between hoping and waiting were fading away into nonexistence.

He stood up and felt the light breeze along his face when he looked down. Nothing is all he had. He finally touched the ground. There was no feeling of coldness and darkness anymore.

The nightmare had ended.

**Old version**

Jack was sitting on the edge of the cliff, it was three o’clock in the afternoon and it was getting warmer, he rolled his sleeves up and unbuttoned his shirt.

The rain had produced an earthy scent on the dry soil and rocks. It was his seventh night of restlessness, the seventh night of never ending nightmares.

In his nightmares he was falling but there was no ground, no ceiling, and no walls. It had the absence of feeling alive. Rather there was the feeling of coldness and darkness.

Without darkness there are no stars, but there was nothing, only falling forever without touching down, falling down alone into nothingness.

The empty bottle of white wine slipped out of his hands on the rocks, it didn't break but rolled down and stopped when it touched the other empty bottles.

The sound of it made him feel numb, like if someone slipped an ice cube in the back of his shirt, but it didn't wake him up.

When you wake up from a nightmare you feel relived but Jack, Jack woke up into a nightmare, his life. The harder he tried to try to hold on to something the more it wanted to get away.

It made him feel like a villain for having feelings, for wanting to care, for wanting to give, for having wanting something, for having to be wanted, even if it wasn’t much.

Jack could ignore the feelings but he couldn’t pull it out of him. He wanted to escape but he couldn’t give up. He was fighting his whole life to be who he is.

Only to feel pointless of being who he is if he couldn’t have the person who was finally worth all the fighting for and made him feel alive.

The smell of rain was replaced by the salty smell of the sea where the waves were hitting the rocks. The sound of it was slowly fading into the distance when Jack returned into his own world.

In this side of his mind there was a battle too, like a new world war where each of the 194 countries are representing options, solutions, chances, possibilities and choices fighting each other.

He didn’t had any idea which one should win, lose, surrender or be neutral.

On the other side, there was a barrier of denial in front of him that was confusing the truth that wanted to pass through it.

Afraid of what’s behind the barrier, afraid that it was something he didn’t want to hear and hoping it was something that he wanted.

He was waiting to get hurt instead of hoping to be comforted with a lie, knowing it was useless.

The world around him was dying, there was nobody left. He was looking at his watch but he couldn’t see the time. Time had no meaning anymore so he couldn’t run out of it.

The calm acceptance that things can happen in a different order that he had in mind and the difference between hoping and waiting were fading away into nonexistence.

He stood up and felt the light breeze along his face. Nothing is all he had. He finally touched the ground. There was no feeling of coldness and darkness anymore.

The nightmare had ended.

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