Chapitre 2: Prologue: Dazed

His head couldn't stop beating in a noisy sway from left to right like a weak plant out in the open on a horrible, ferocious winter's night. Was he going to throw up because of the sound of "whatever" that's bothering him in his head? He could feel that acid juice rising up his throat, burning his as if it were boiling water on skin, but his didn't want to stain her long white t-shirt and her black cargo pants with chains in the pockets. He remembered that he had worn those clothes but he couldn't remember why. He had it on or if she had something else on, what was true was that those clothes were wet and made his skin feel cold, reminding her that his needed a sweater, or maybe a cup of tea, or maybe a sweet hug from someone, or maybe his bed. He was thinking about so many things at that time just like a ping-pong ball, jumping from one idea to another, so he didn't know what to do first. On the way he swore he saw a plant with a face laughing at his wobbling, and he had said something to that thing if its body didn't seem to move by itself and outside of itself, it's as if not even its arms or legs belonged to its body, where was it going? He didn't know, even if he asked his legs, they wouldn't know where he was going either, because it's stupid to ask your legs where they're going to begin with. Aether just walked and walked until he felt upside down, it was a funny sensation so he didn't care, but then the heat was what made her immersion in this strange scene easier. So he closed his eyes and touched his temple trying to give himself a massage to relieve that throbbing.