Blossoms of the Dark Continued

Epilogue

Pain.

Suffering.

Agony.

I thought I knew what those words meant. That I had lived my whole life with them. For ten years, my life was Hell. A living underworld where victims like me burned for eternity.

I was wrong.

A wilted flower in that pit of damnation ... one day, moonlight shone upon me. In its light, I found hope. A future worth pursuing. Dreams. Aspirations. Friendship. Love. Paradise. Yes, paradise that existed only in my lover's arms.

Hell was what came after it.

Hell was the netherworld that I was tossed into after losing my paradise forever. My own actions, my own naïveté. Both the victim and the sinner. My lover gone. Hell was the unbearable realization that I almost made my heaven mine, only to have it crumble into nothingness.

I cannot accept that fate.

Not anymore.