you can't save them. no matter how many times you try.

you can't even remember how many times you've come back after dying again and again. Just when you thought you could really save them, you lost them. And there you were again. Standing in the same place you remember everything happening. Every microscopic detail you remember because of the sheer amount of times you've done this. It's not even deja vu anymore, it's just the dread of reality crashing that maybe you'll never save them, and that you'll be doing this forever... and forever.... and forever.

You can't even tell if you're sane anymore, if all of this is a sick joke or you're dreaming, but with how real everything felt, you can't tell anymore.