White dress. White hair. Pale skin. Pale lips. Black eyes.
The Lady Dressed in White.
She lived in my head with the other demons and monsters. But I knew she was more than just a figment of my imagination. I could feel her presence as I slept, could feel her eyes on me when I was alone. Her presence felt dangerous but she had never dared to cause any harm , she just watched. I could feel her growing with me, and it was comforting. The darkness was comforting.
Darkness. It was dangerous yet safe, loud yet quiet, foreign yet familiar.
It was like your own little world where nothing else was allowed. But you and your friend Darkness.
No light allowed.
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