I step through the door, and someone takes my hand as I enter, then places it in their arm. They're a familiar presence, I can't help but to feel at peace. I look down at myself and my surroundings. I'm wearing loose fitted clothing and I'm barefooted. My house looks to be from the countryside, wood with a stone chimney as well as a short stone wall that loosely surrounds the house. Everything beyond the house is the forest. The sun shined down calmly as if it was about to set, it felt like spring. I turn to the person who has me in their arm. I say their name, and a smile forms on their face. A calm smile, a smile of pure joy and bliss, so appreciative to be in my presence. Kind eyes that remind me of the Earth I walk on, I feel at home living in their eyes. It's my love.
"When did you start to forget?"
I am back through the door, but no one is there to take my hand. My love is lying on the ground, lifeless. I run over and fall to their side, I cradle their head in my lap. As I begin to weep, I look up to the forest and I see a figure looking at me. I'm scared I'll return to the Calm so I look back down. I place my head against theirs and let out a wail. I think I let out a piece of my soul when I did. All I could do was scream, all I wanted was for them to hear me.
"And so how did you get here?"
I wasn't much older since the death of my love. I was in a dark stone bathroom, sitting inside the tub without my clothes. The light of day barely making its way in from the small window above, a warmth I've come to loath. I had my head leaning against the wall while hugging my knees. I couldn't feel the water in the tub, all I could feel was the cold stiff wall of the tub against my skin. I wasn't in pain, I wasn't physically hurt, all I did was stare into nothingness.
"You have a decision to make."
It is a grief I cannot bear and even in the world I created, I cannot escape.
I arrived at this off-white endless space God knows when, and I've wandered this place for what feels like even longer. However, I know that this isn't the only place I've been before. The fragments I'm left with don't make sense for a place like this. Don't get me wrong, a place like this isn't as bad as it sounds, but my life that once was seemed better.
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The Fog
Cerita PendekThe Void is everywhere, you can't escape it. It's in every person, behind every laugh, every scream and every cry. The Void is patient even if you think you have reached spring the Void will forever loom over your peace. Will you let it convince y...
