Fibonacci #2 [Reverse]

It is the small thoughts; that erode away at your mind from the outskirts, driving the insanity ever inward. Sort of like osmosis of negativity, seeping through your lucidity and wreaking paranoia. And you know where it has come from. You know what it is. A stark memory. Stifled apparitions. Phantasms. Loss.

Fibonacci #1

“No!”

“What?”

“Don’t even…”

“Think about it?”

“You know what would happen.”

“And since when have I cared what you think, or about your rules?”

“Since I bailed you out the last time, since you almost wrecked your life by not listening to me when I tried to help; since you sidelined those closest to you.”