She tried to calm herself down,tame those thoughts but she was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness.She wanted a way out,she wanted to scream but chocking was she,on her feelings.Feelings,once she had named "Love".
Rushing to her fading memories she took out that piece of magazine she had always adored.That piece of paper that once wrapped her favourite pressent.As she sniffed on to it,she felt her past go up in smoke but she no longer was afraid of the dark.It were the rays of light that haunted her.
"Gone" she whispered as the smoke surrounded her.
