Finding the Wind

I think everyone has heard it. The little unidentifiable whisper. A noise tugging your thoughts in a different direction. You don't know where it keeps coming from. Your head can't turn fast enough to find the source of the noise.

The type of whisper that can cause goosebumps to raise on your arms. A coldness that chills to the bones, and makes you shiver even though you aren't cold.

No.

It's the kind of whisper that creeps into your very soul.

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'It's all in your head, love. You're alright. It's all just in your head.' He croons, stroking hear hair soothingly. It doesn't seem to be helping her any, but it was helping him. The repetition calmed him down enough to be able to comfort her.

For the first time in hours she lifted her head up, acknowledging the words. Her eyes, though they met his, looked past him. Far, far past him. Seeing things he knew that didn't actually lie beyond where he was sitting. She gave him a small smile that broke his heart. 'So is everything.' Her voice sounded sad and hoarse, like she'd been screaming for hours.

And with that the princess bowed her head back down.

He didn't get it.