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❝ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ❞
- Edgar Allan Poe
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The silence was deafening. Hugo appeared as if he was going to be sick. He went pale. And for someone as pale as he already was, that spoke volumes.
"Say something," I urged him.
His eyes were wide, his face strained, "What do you suppose I say?"
"Something," I paused, "Anything."
Hugo sighed grievously, "Oh, Mousie..." he caressed my face, his eyes tormented, "I am so sorry."
"You needn't be."
"But I do," he hugged me tight, his arms unyieling, "God, help us."
"There is no God," I told him.
Hugo broke away, and stared at me, his eyebrows creased together, "How could you say such a thing?"
"Hell is empty," I avowed, "All the devils are here."
"Ah," he mused, "Reading Dorian's collection of Shakespeare, I gather?"
"It's true," I ran my fingers through my hair, fidgeting and feeling distressed, "What God is there, Hugo? And where is He?"
"I don't know."
"Neither do I."
"How can you be so sure?" he posed, "You don't believe it even for a moment?"
"How could I?" I returned, "Even if there was a God, surely, He has forsaken me. Damned me. Cursed me. Left me for dead."
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Dark Whisper
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