Is he slowly beginning to forget her laugh, the smell of her body on his clothes, the deep color of her eyes staring back into his whilst they made love? Or is this simply a deluded future imagined in his own mind? His fractured psyche's last attempt to bring him back down from the edge, the last airless gasps of a drowning thing? These thoughts serving only as torture, as would the concept of freedom for a slave. A mocking image of what life could be like, but never will. It will never happen, we all know nothing ever happens...
