Chương 22: Me, myself and I
[ Eva Pov ]
Swish...
Time stretched endlessly before me, each day a monotonous cycle of pain and emptiness. The weight of sorrow settled deep within my bones, dragging me down into a bottomless abyss of despair. Hope, once a flickering flame within my heart, had been extinguished, leaving only darkness in its wake.
Every night, as the moon graced the sky with its melancholic glow, I found myself yearning for an escape from this tormented existence. Dreams, once a respite from reality, now turned into haunting nightmares, replaying the moments of loss and devastation in vivid detail. Sleep became a battleground, where my subconscious fought against the ghosts that haunted me.
The faces of my loved ones, forever etched in my mind, haunted my waking hours. Their absence echoed through the empty halls of my heart, a constant reminder of the void that could never be filled. Regret consumed me, its bitter taste lingering on my tongue like a curse. I blamed myself for their fate, believing that I had failed them in the most profound way.
Isolation became my shield, my self-imposed exile from a world that no longer held any meaning. The company of others felt like a cruel mockery, a reminder of the connections I had lost. I retreated further into the depths of my own darkness, seeking solace in the company of shadows and the echoes of my own despair.
There were moments when anger surged within me, a wildfire raging through my veins. It fueled my determination to seek retribution, to make those responsible for my pain suffer as I had. The thirst for revenge gnawed at my soul, urging me to plunge deeper into the abyss, where darkness embraced me like a long-lost lover.
In the depths of my brokenness, I clung to the remnants of my former self. Memories of laughter and love, though tinged with sorrow, were the fragile threads that still tied me to the world. They served as a reminder of the person I once was, a flicker of light in the vast expanse of my despair.
"Ughhh..."
I moaned, swinging my sword through the air, its blade tearing through the empty space with a satisfying whoosh.
Although my entire body was sore and I was fatigued, I pushed myself going. I'd rather black out from exhaustion than be left alone with the suffocating weight of my thoughts and feelings.
Swish...
I swung my sword again, imagining a demon before me, its menacing presence fueling my determination.
If only one would appear before me...
I could feel my eyes going bloodshot and the surroundings blurring from the tears that threatened to spill over.
As I trained, I couldn't help but reflect on the memories that haunted me. The flames that engulfed my home, the screams that pierced the night - images etched into my mind, fueling the fire that burned within me.
Damn, if only there was a demon before me...
Swish... Swish...
Each swing of my sword echoed through the desolate clearing, a symphony of anger and desperation. The physical exertion offered a temporary reprieve from the torment within, as if the force behind my strikes could somehow vanquish the demons that plagued my soul. But no matter how hard I swung my weapon, the darkness remained, an ever-present shadow that clung to me like a second skin.
The moon was already high in the sky, casting long shadows that danced along the forest floor. A chill wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a haunting melody that seemed to speak directly to my fractured spirit. The world around me mirrored the bleakness within, a reflection of my shattered existence.
With each swing, I conjured visions of the faces I had lost. Their smiles, once radiant with life, now twisted into grotesque masks of pain and anguish. The weight of their absence pressed against my chest, threatening to crush the last remnants of hope that flickered within me.
Whoosh...
I swung my sword with fervor, the blade slicing through the air with a vicious determination. The sound of metal meeting empty space reverberated through the clearing, a hollow echo of my own despair. Sweat trickled down my brow, mingling with tears that I refused to shed. The pain, both physical and emotional, became a welcome distraction, a way to numb the raw wounds that festered deep within.
In the depths of my solitude, I yearned for a glimpse of redemption. A chance to reclaim what had been stolen from me, to rewrite the tragic script that had unfolded before my eyes.
The darkness had seeped into every corner of my being, corroding my soul with its malevolence. It whispered cruel taunts in the silence of the night, reminding me of my perceived failures, and amplifying the guilt that clung to me like a suffocating shroud. I had become a prisoner to my own grief, locked within the confines of my shattered heart.
Swish... Swish...
The rhythm of my swordplay quickened, my strikes growing more fierce and desperate. The blade became an extension of my rage, a conduit through which I could channel my anguish.
At one point the tip of my sword was looking dangerously close to my own chest...
"Should I just end it all?"
The thought flickered briefly in my mind, like a whisper of temptation.
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