emikohiilani
The sound was an automatic sound. Mechanic, rhythmic, unfaltering. The sound was getting closer, too, closing in on the pair. Where was it coming from? They searched frantically.
Her awakening was imminent. Things had come to a breaking point in life--her relationship with Eric, her menial soul-crushing job, the finances teetering on edge. The hope in awakenings, she realized, is that even though they were often her lowest point, she realized that things could only get better from there.