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I look down at the bottle in my hand, transparent glass filled with a cloudy blue.It feels like ice against my warm flesh. I look up at my friend, and with silent impatience pulls the cork from the top and waits. The smell drifts up, but its not a scent exactly...a feeling? not any that i know of. I shiver, close my eyes, and cherish the last moment i have being like i am.I pour the smokey blue potion down my throat. I gasp and drop the bottle, coughing and gasping. I couldnt breath.I felt like my lungs were being squeezed and i wasnt allowed air, yet i was living.
Suddenly i can breath again but im blinded. 'Was the sun always that bright?' I wonder. The heat burns at my skin, like flame to ice.Im burning....My friend darts out of the shadows and rushes me back into the dark. Its bliss. My skin returns to normal and the air seems sweeter. The sunless area is much better than the flames against my skin...I hear a voice and turn to my friend and ask him to repeat his words. He grins and says one simple statement: