Her Darling | L.W.

Chapter 27

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I'm wandering through that same, unknown, maze-like forest. Again, something feels off. The air, full of with tension, the tall trees around me are, once again, whispering untold secrets, but of course I can't understand anything. And there's that thick fog everywhere, preventing me from seeing too much. The deeper I walk into the forest, the longer I search for something, again, the more the tension rises, the louder the whispers get. Each step I take feels heavier, weighted with uncertainty.

I encounter those two figures in front of me. A tall one, and a short one. They're standing in the shadows, watching me. I can't see them, but they can see me. I can only see their silhouettes through the shadows and the fog.

The whispers continue, getting louder and louder, the tension growing thicker and thicker. It feels like I'm going insane if it doesn't stop. I slam my hands to my ears, trying to block the whispers.

"Stop!!" I scream, tears welling in my eyes. I shut them tightly, falling to the ground and curling into a ball, trying to put an end to the disturbing noises.

"Please, stop!!!!"

But nothing helps, not my screams nor my pathetic attempts of begging for mercy.

Nothing.

It's all growing and growing, I feel like I'm about to die any second now. Please, just let me die. End this misery.

The whispers, the tension, it feels like the climax of it all is near, like this will be the last thing, before-

Complete silence.

It all so suddenly just ended. There's no more tension in the air, it's rather light actually. I feel like I can breathe again.

The trees are now quiet, not even a single sigh is heard from them. The only thing I can hear right now, are my own light sobs.

Cautiously, I open my eyes, taking my hands off from cupping my ears, regaining my composure, to at least sit down on the ground, instead of laying in that pathetic position.

The fog's gone, too.

I sit on my knees, there are those two pairs of feet in front of me. I know that these are the figures from before. Laced with confidence, I decide I want to look up. To see who these mysterious figures are.

Then, I slowly start raising my gaze towards their faces. Shivering, not because I'm afraid, but rather excited and nervous of uncovering who they are.

This time, the bright light doesn't blind my vision, allowing me to see their faces. And what I see shocks me.

Ms Thornhill.

...And Larissa?

Their expressions are unreadable. There's a detectable sense of anticipation, as if something significant is about to happen.

Ms Thornhill reaches her hand out for me, her voice dripping with desire. "In the depths of our passionate bond, I have the key to your desires, locked away from prying eyes," she entices, her words wrapped in a dark allure. "Within the intense knot of our connection, I hold the power to unearth the truths you're wanting to uncover."

Her words hang in the air, mingling with the mysterious mist of the dream.

Larissa, her voice yet filled with a yearning that tugs at my heart, reaches her hand to me and speaks with vulnerability. "Stay true to the path illuminated by trust," she entreats, her gaze filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty. "In my arms, find solace and the strength to face the secrets that lie within."