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Never before in his life had Shiro felt so tired.
So.
Tired.
An exhaustion gripped him so tightly it felt like his bones would shatter. There was no way his chest could possibly bear the pressure of the air in his lungs. So he held his breath. Until he noticed he wasn't breathing at all.
So he let it out, all at once and reminded himself to breathe in.
Breathing hurt. Being alive was painful. How could anyone continue to exist when they felt this weary from the singular act of existing.
Shiro pulled himself to his feet and dragged himself and his blankets over to the small window in his room.
The view outside was bleak with its lack of horizon, much to be expected when one’s view was looking directly out into open space. Nothing but planets, stars and space debris floating suspended by invisible forces inconceivably large distances from one another.
One might think the sight would be awe inducing, that the sheer extents of the universe would render one small and insignificant in their realization of the scale of their life in comparison to that of the grandeur of space and time. Shiro did not feel small nor did he feel insignificant. He looked out at the abyss and understood that every feeling and thought and experience he had, just like any other person, was incredibly valuable. That everything they did mattered because it happened. It was real. The scale of the universe was comparable to that of the inner workings of each beings mind and the importance of every word weighed heavily on Shiro’s mind.
Space was weightless but it made Shiro feel heavier than he had ever thought he could feel.