Minutes turn to hours, hours to days, and days to months eventually the memories of light and of happiness fade to make room for more darkness.
I can’t take it anymore, I fall to my knees. I land heavily on the hard ground, it’s cold but I can’t feel it anymore.
Hope fades… Making room for more darkness.
Then, hope. I look up to see a figure, my eyes long ago adapted to the darkness, the person is the first thing I have seen in a very long time.
I run to them, hope filling my entire being, until I reach them.
