helena/myka drabble

[erinmar13]

There was a time in my life when I thought the end was near. A moment when I could feel the very end of time nearing, the cold steel of the scythe of Death looming heavy intent on collection. A precision comes over the senses then, a keenness of perception. It's a confusing duality, that strange feeling of numbness and painful clarity.

And then the darkness came.

A darkness from which death would have been a reprieve. But I had chosen my solemn prison, and I would have no choice but to bear out my sentence.

Until you came, Myka.