Things are coming together

I've gotten a bit ahead of myself with writing. As in, I skipped ahead and started writing parts closer to the finale, so that things tie together in the way I want them to. I just wrote about 800 words of an emotional breakdown and I'm really excited to tie it together with the remainder of the story. I just discovered that writing that kind of stuff is really satisfying. This will likely change to a certain degree, and is VERY spoilery, but here's a portion for anyone who doesn't care about that:

"I don't need anyone's help!" Sigil screamed in response, his voice piercing their ears.

His mood shifted from anger to filled with distraught. Shaking fervently, he tried to force himself to calm down, but the emotions overpowered him. Washing over him like waves against a rocky shore, they steadily broke down mental barriers, relentless with their raw, destructive power. His thoughts spiraled rapidly throughout his mind like a tumultuous storm, ripping up the mental framework that had been laid so long ago, eating away at him as he wondered what would happen if he allowed himself to truly open up despite refusing to do so after all this time. It seemed foolish. Pointless. Maybe not so much at the beginning before shutting everyone out for so long, but it certainly felt pointless now. After all this time, and all the suffering he'd caused, the subconscious guilt wracked his mind. His face contorted in misguided anger and confusion as he argued with his own thoughts and feelings.

Still shaking, his eyes moved rapidly as he stared at the ground below. An ugly scowl had taken hold over his face, dark shadows around his eyes emphasizing the pain and sorrow that continued to pour out. His eyes were red with angst and fury, but growing weary as the storm within him continued. They watched in awe as the shaking suddenly began to stop, and his anger gradually subsided into fear. Fear of what, he didn't know, but he seemed to be at the edge of a precipice, fraught with terror about what lay ahead, having no option to run away or return things back to the way they were. In an instant, the fear had subsided into hopelessness as the wave of misery crashed over him. He continued to ignore their gazes and fell to the ground below, covering himself with a wing to hide in his own self-comfort, even with as little comfort it did bring.

Seconds after falling to the ground, his shaking turned into cries and convulsions. He pulled his wing further up, burying his face to try and hide the obvious emotional breakdown he was undergoing, but knew that there was nothing he could do at this point to avoid their pity. Their sorrow. Their empathy. Stunned, none of them knew what to do except continue to watch the breakdown unfold. His cries had begun softly but quickly turned into sobs, with tears streaming down his face. The waves continued crashing over him with every passing moment, without any sign of ceasing. They could only imagine how much catharsis he was going through, slowly and arduously. But as seconds turned to minutes, his sobs lessened with intensity, and the last remaining tears slowly began to drip from his face onto the ground below.

He lay motionless on the cold, wet stone as drips of water splattering echoed off the cave walls.

Comments

[Sniegowik]

Very interesting. Now, with the new Chapter, there's work. Keep up the good work.