Sorrow

Nothing was as it seemed. The darkness had swallowed everything she touched. There was just a stifled stillness, and she wasn’t sure how to struggle free. The dark tentacles pinned her down on her bed, sucking the life out of her. There was just a thick, heavy sorrow within. No will to struggle. Just surrender.

She could hear their muffled voices, demanding her to fight, whispering about all the past lives that seemed now too far away to reach. They spoke of someone who no longer ex...