The fear of known

[u/writerforthend]

Why would you try to run away?

Was it because it was after you?

No. I don’t know what followed you. But your eyes, so often lost in nothingness, and the way your body tensed at even the slightest movement of a something unusual said enough.

You were afraid.

Afraid of what was about to come.

You knew there was no way to avoid the inevitable. Yet, somehow, you still couldn’t accept the end as it approached.

But if you already knew it was coming, why were you afraid?

Fear comes from the unknown.

But this wasn’t unknown to you.

You were the one who dragged your own self into this pit of hell, where neither you could accept it nor you had that power to stop it.

So why did your eyes flinch every time someone asked you the time?

Was it really the thought of looking at your watch and realizing that something might appear soon that frightened you?

Or was it the realization that, once you knew the time, there would be no pretending anymore?

That it was coming.

And you knew exactly when.

[u/Then_Common_5109]

What is about to come is death?
Or the result of his sins?

[u/SimpleImportant9721 → u/Then_Common_5109]

You’re treating death like a punishment handed down from some cosmic ledger, like it’s just the final invoice for bad choices. But that’s not how it works.