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You're alone, just as you wanted, just as you like, and you'll stay alone as you please. The absence of human presence surrounds you, almost crushing you as you stand there, waiting for nothing. The only sound is the sound of your own beating heart and the ever so slight creaks of the wood as you shift on it. You're alone. The thought resonates with the pressure of the emptiness around you. It bears down on you, crushing and squeezing you in a hug that tells you it'll never let you go. You're alone. It gnaws on you in a comfortable sort of way, the silence and loneliness. The room is as empty as your life and with a smile you embrace it all, feed yourself to the it that gnaws and comforts and crushes and hugs. You'll stay alone, and the moment the thought drifts past your head a wave passes over you, a sensation in every joint and limb. It's as though your body emptied itself, as though for the first time you're feeling the warmth of yourself, because you know you'll never feel the warmth of anything else ever again.

You're alone. Just as you wanted. Always.