In the Aspiration

We broke down in a weeping manner of discomfort. Tears were flowing down our soft grey cheeks. There was no way to deny the situation. In the last wrest of our thoughts, we were distressed. It was an absolute, utter truth.
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“Stop fighting it” Liam stated, “You have nothing to worry about, nothing. AT ALL,” He shrieked in perforce.
The sad truth was that they did have everything to worry about. The worry of a darkening shadow of spies surrounding them at that very moment, and every object around them turning darker and darker until it was just them and the spies. In reality, the sky was bright as day, but in their minds all their emotions arrayed into their own vision. Illness started to spread through their veins, choking all rule from the mind. They fought the message from their stomach to gag.
Almost all control was lost, but now they started to weep. Not in sadness, or distress, or displeasure. It was of anger; pure, unfiltered anger. In the case that maybe they ever felt any control returning at all it would fill all their messages to every part of their quaking body with anger. Until then, all they could do was endure the uncontrollability and illness.
A few more minutes pass and they feel the illness’s movement again; this time towards their brain through their nerves. The pain was excruciating. It felt like huge lumps of iron moving through microscopic tubes as slow a continent dawdling through the ocean. The nerves tightened the best they could trying to block the path it would take to reach the central point of control.
It did not work. Their brain’s control was relinquished. Never again would they breathe or feel breathing of any kind. They could not want to or be able to tell if they were alive. They had no input or output. Even if they did, there would be no way to receive or read it, never.
All they had was an invisible hope. It did not come from their mind, but from the bottomless depth of their soul. It was not spiritual, nor possible, but it was existent in every impossible way.
The radiation of hope after such a time created an invisible, impossible, negative force.
Inside the soul it filled that very force with physical idiosyncrasy. It pushed all illness and feeling out and all disposition of force in anything within a light-year.  There was nowhere to hide for anyone. It would come out of the system. The complete evil infused in the illness would exist no longer.
It expanded into a bright light and filled everything with nothing for just a few moments… It expanded into the future, past and all existence.
There was nothing left. It was blank. It was nothing. It wasn’t.
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Could it be end of nothing!? Life continued, nothing changes, gas prices didn’t rise, the stock market didn’t crash, and the president wasn’t an alien. You wouldn’t know it ever happened. Until now.