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it's the only way i can escape

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You close your eyes, and you listen to the world around you. It comes in waves, in pulses. It's thousands of heartbeats pounding out of sync. It's overlapping conversations, footsteps, babies screaming. It's three different radio stations, and motorcycles passing each other on the street.

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having super-senses isn't always a good time

Notes:

so, i have all these potential daredevil + the spiderverse ideas. which, considering how niche the characters i write are, might appeal to LITERALLY NO ONE. but it does to me, and that's what counts anyway. i really love daredevil + spider-people + any other superheroes with enhanced senses and exploring how that affects them. and i REALLY want to write something with Charlie & Matt Murdock & disabled super hero solidarity. but for now, here's a bit of a concept. Charlie having VERY enhanced senses and learning to control them.

title is from Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine!!

edit: thanks to the incredible Flowerparrish, this now has a podfic available!!

(See the end of the work for more notes and other works inspired by this one.)

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You close your eyes, and you listen to the world around you. It comes in waves, in pulses. It's thousands of heartbeats pounding out of sync. It's overlapping conversations, footsteps, babies screaming. It's three different radio stations, and motorcycles passing each other on the street. 

It's the vibrations from the subway underneath your feet. It's the crash of glass shattering in the apartment upstairs, echoing through the walls. It's the smell from next door's refrigerator; their kale is about to go bad. It's the faint taste of gasoline on your tongue from the pickup down the street, mingled with the scent of garbage from the truck in the other direction. 

Everything comes at you all at once—it usually does, in the mornings. 

It's taken practice, and tears, and more than one panic attack—but now, you can control them. You isolate each sense, one by one. You identify them all. Then, slowly, carefully, you block them out. 

You focus on small things first—the tastes, the smells. Eventually, you make your way to the vibrations under your feet, the screaming baby across the hall. 

You keep going until your room is finally in focus, and you open your eyes. 

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thanks so so much for reading!! if you wanted to leave a comment, that would mean everything to me <3

also, i'm currently on my 355 day streak on 4thewords! that's so close to a year!

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