Eilowyn
The warmth is complete and compelling. Beside me my love stirs and turns towards me. Blankets fold me in as I drift between the realms of sleep and wake and the harshness that comes with it. I never want to move.
I look up to the sky, breathe in and out deeply. Look back to you. I hate the way I hesitate. You love me? Nonsense.
"One day you're saying you love me, the next day you're so cold." I don't know how there can be such a contrast between the warmth of your sweet words and the coldness of your shoulder.
Every time I see your face, it reminds me that I have weathered this storm in my heart without you. I have reached the eye of the hurricane, and I am alone. I have weathered your storm.
I can feel nothing but searing pain holding me in place. When the pain ceases, leaving me stinging all over and unable to bite back the agony, the flailing starts. I think I'm trying to get up, but for some reason my body won't obey me and I keep floundering, flailing, trying to escape the Void of pain.
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