2 Works in The Beginner's Guide (Video Game)
I admit, I am wrestling something. It comes and goes, but mainly it stays. Watching, restless. Each moment I breathe feels like my lungs are on fire, and that I can burst into flames any second. The looming moments creep up onto my shoulder watching with its fangs out waiting and waiting, and it drives me crazy, wild: spinning out of control off the railing into a pit of a Plutonian black. And, I head in so fast and quick and hastily that everything blurs around me, my head spins and twirls, my stomach protests with its disagreements, and my heart beats like how a rabbit's would.
Everything he did was for him. Or so he thought.