Darkness had always been a part of her, but it never consumed her. She controlled the darkness inside of her and lead it where she wanted to go.
But now she let go, too weak to fight it. Darkness became the essence of her soul and consumed her. She became a shell in an echo, an empty bucket.
She didn't know she'd fallen, that darkness consumed her. If she did, she would've never hit the bottom. Or maybe playing with darkness requires a price.
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This story is supposed to represent someone developing depression after a long period of symptoms. Metaphorical implications only.
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Short StoryFlash fiction for inspiration. The prompts are mine, anything that comes from them is yours. Let me know if I spur on any creativity!
