Darkness.
Thick, endless darkness.
Irene opened her eyes, but nothing changed. She wasn't sure if she was awake or dreaming anymore.
There was no sky.
No ground.
Only a suffocating darkness that stretched endlessly in every direction.
Then-
"Irene, can you hear me?"
A man's voice. Familiar.
Her heart squeezed painfully.
Lucas...
Why-
Another voice followed, softer, trembling.
"My lady? It's me, Libby. Can you hear me?"
Libby.
Irene gasped and ran blindly through the void, chasing the voices.
"I'm here! Libby! Libby! I'm here-!"
But her desperate cries didn't reach them.
The voices drifted like echoes underwater, slipping further, fading beyond reach. Irene ran until her lungs felt ripped apart, but the darkness swallowed everything. She had no way to measure time-minutes felt like days, days like eternity.
In despair, she closes her eyes. Trying to force herself to wake up.
"Come on, wake up-wake up!"
Then.
Without warning, the ground beneath her-gave way.
"Ah-!"
The darkness pulled her down like a swirling whirlpool. She clawed upward, kicking, trying to breathe, trying to rise-
But every movement only dragged her deeper.
Her strength bled away.
Her consciousness slipped like sand between fingers.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time she tried to reach the voices-Lucas voice, Libby pleading, praying, talking to her on meaningless things just so Irene wouldn't feel alone-something dragged her back into oblivion.
How long has it been?
A day? A month? A lifetime?
Irene didn't know anymore.
Sometimes she sat curled on the nonexistent "floor," hugging her knees, listening.
Libby's voice always came first-gentle, hopeful, constant.
"My lady, it's a beautiful day outside," she whispered tremulously. "The sun is warm. You used to love the garden."
The garden....
I bet the garden at the courtyard has long abandoned and neglected.
Such a pity...
Libby continuously talked, even knowing the fact she couldn't answer her.
Sometimes she rambled to fill the silence, sometimes she muttered prayers. Sometimes she cried.
But through it all, Libby never gave up believing that she will wake up.
And then-
Lucas's voice.
Calm. Deep. Trying to sound steady even when it quivered.
He talked to her about small things. What he fed her. How he brushed her hair. And how his day was.
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When Beauty Destroys The BL World
RomanceIrene was just a normal girl, waiting for her graduation day to set up her new journey. Her dream is to be a doctor and a good daughter for her single father. But all of that change when she tries to help an old lady from a robber, as she was push d...
