Well... I've continued to write this story over and over again until my hands bled. (well not literally, but still..) This story will probably never end. By the time I am ever finished writing anything; sometimes I don't feel satisfied nonetheless.
nonetheless
modif.
nevertheless, in spite of that, anyway; see although, but 1.
steadfast Definition
stead·fast (sted′fast′, -fäst′, -fəst)
adjective
- firm, fixed, settled, or established
- not changing, fickle, or wavering; constant
I was falling and slowly my eyes had closed hypersonicly. I wish I had called out his name, but he couldn't hear me no matter what I did because we were going down and our bodies felt like they wouldn't ever be in one place; we were suspended in an unlimitless world.
The Beginning
Something just wasn't right, I had felt different and there was a smell trailing up to my nostrils irritating me very much. Was that.. incense? My eyes were wet and I felt something damp on my forehead. At least my senses weren't.. damaged? I suddenly sprang up fore ward realizing I wasn't in the sample place anymore. I had become conscious yet encountered a smiling wrinkling two toothed man; old man?!
"O - Oji - san? What the hell is the meaning of this?" I yelped out of the bed barely able to stand. The small wetness had slipped off my forehead as a paper spanked the floor quickly after I had stood. "What is the meaning of this?"
His face became stern and a bit concerned, "You do not remember your own grandfather? I guess it was a bit more serious than I thought."
"I just called you.. oji - san though.." I said with a sad mask fluttering undeniably.
"You never call me that! You're obviously suffering from something serious." he said as he stayed where he was; his body was becoming stiffer on the chair by the second. "You fell from the portal to this world. I had known you when you were younger, but your father and I sent you to the human world. This is Sever."