Darkness held me. It hid me in it very essence till I could no longer fantom were I began and ended. The weight of my decisions hanged heavily on me. As I withered under the weight of societal illussion.
Whom am I? What do I stand for? What are my convictions? What am I willing to die for? What am I willing to go to war for?
I lacked the answers to these profound questions. I was a soldier without a mission. A nymph without sex. A cell without a prisoner. Yes indeed I was empty. I could not even hold on to a flicker of emotion. Hence I numbed my pain the only way I knew the kiss of alcohol and a touch of a strange.
Ellona died a thousand death, this day! the naive girl had been skin carved out and emotionally bruised till every living hope was crushed and buried died. Empty eyes stare back at me. Lifeless soul. One who was to be loved now pitied. Once adored now scorned.
Funnily how the death of one person can shake the very existence of another
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Short StoryTales of wantom nights were only carnal desires were left to reign. When everycmoral inhibitions were cast aside as the very chapters of my body were inked upon and mapped out
