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Heartaches, heartaches...

The pain set in. Would this loop of pain end? Seeing the anguish, on the faces he knew…

Or was that anguish in his head? The agony he was in truly removed any happiness, bliss, optimism. Were they truly in pain? Did they even know he was gone?

Was it all in his head? Their loving embrace and care?

Or is that what they want him to think?
My loving you, meant only heartaches...

Before him played the fights. The yelling only increased in volume, as he sat so sadly at the state he was in. Drunken, and unappreciative. Ungrateful. Just one mistake can ruin a relationship; ruin a life…

Why?

Why did he make such a colossal mistake?
Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me...

The small kiss planted on him that he received every day, prior to the one before the fall. Something so simple, yet something he missed so dearly. The simple display of compassion from another human being. The simple display of compassion from his wife. Even his daughter.

His heart ached.

I can't believe it's just a burning memory...

That is all it was. A burning memory. A blissful memory that he cherished so dearly, yet was so arrogant to the importance of when he had it.

Heartaches, heartaches...

The pain did not leave. He saw the displays of stupidity before him. The mistakes he had made in the Frontrooms. Would he ever fix them? Would his heart ever cease to ache? He looked around, trying to avoid the endless displays of his ruthlessness to those who loved him so dearly.

He could not.

He could not even close his eyes to get away from it.

If they loved him… they wouldn’t have let them end up here.

No…

He knew they loved him. They cherished the time they spent with him.

It was his problem.

Never did he appreciate that love. It was ripped away so quickly…

What does it matter, how my heart breaks?...

He let out tears of rage and sadness. He didn’t know what to think. Did they love him? Did he love them? Did they not love him? Did he not love them?

No.

I should be happy, with someone new...

He was not happy. Even before he entered the Backrooms and stumbled upon this red, fiery level of remembrance. Remembrance of the anguish of live, the agony of life, the sadness of life… With no opportunity to continue it.

“Someone new…”

He stared at the display. He noticed a calendar, next to his daughter. The date was 6/19/2014.

That should’ve been today.

Wait, why was he on the screen?

But my heart aches for you!

As he looked at the screens, he cried. The tears dripped down below him and melted immediately. The red landscape was unmoving. He was alone, and yet he saw himself. He saw himself with his family. Those who his heart ached for. He saw himself with those that loved him. And it was today. That couldn’t be. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t be there if he wanted to. He was trapped away in a hellish place. He…

He was there.

It was clear. He was there.

Suddenly, the lookalike turned back at the screen, and smiled, before bowing. "You did wonderful," he said, "but it's time I take over." The man himself clenched his fist in anger and sadness.

The landscape began to change. White, black, red, pink, green, and blue. It was all he saw. He looked down to see a strange, vibrating block. He was sat on it. It began to bend in weird ways, as did the sky above him. The landscape was then gone; reduced to nothingness, except odd textures, like you’d see in an error.

The block then folded in upon itself, the man included.

And the landscape, it… it returned.

Without the man, of course.

And then, the next victim appeared.

366.

Level 365 is nothing. It is the odd television error screen that you see so commonly; be it the white and black buzzing screen that makes many mad, or the red, white, black, green, and blue screen.

It is null. It should not exist. It is an error, if you will.

It takes one form, of course.

The landscape that constantly changes with each victim is insane enough.

That is not to mention the agony one is put through as they exist, without motion, within the Level.

They see all their mistakes. They cannot ignore them. They are being judged. They cannot close their eyes, or turn away. All they see is what they’ve done wrong. Their mistakes. The horrid things they’d done to those around them. Those that loved them. Those that cherished them.

Insanity.

And then?

Reality.

You are replaced. They go on without you. There is no grand scheme, no murder, no conspiracy. They just go on. Accept it. You're not a part of their lives anymore. You are nothing. You are gone.

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