December 8, 1220 B.C.-
I slowly drifted through the days, avoiding reality, because to be within reality, means drowning. However, these days it's getting difficult to avoid reality. Everything reminds me of him, especially Telemachus. Every time I am around him, I feel the need to claw at my throat feeling as if I'm suffocating under the waves of grief. However, I keep my composure by imagining myself leaving the fragment of my body, since my body is useless. All it wants to do is feel pain and suffering. Pain and grief. Pain, pain, pain, pain...
Die
From
Pain
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Save Me, Odysseus
Short StoryThis is a spin off of Penelope and Odysseus love story. It is a short story. Hope you enjoy. :)
