The Fear (Helen)
The darkness holds her close like a jealous lover and she longs every tentative lick of the silver moonlight like betrayal. These moments are filled with infinite calmness even if the ugly face of fear is never far away. There are sounds, some fascinating, some threatening, mixing with the kind of deep silence humans have long forgotten.
This is better than anything Helen could have imagined and she hates herself for even considering leaving this behind. But there is a possibility she dreads more than death and it won’t let her sleep at night: What if they have forgotten her?
This is better than anything Helen could have imagined and she hates herself for even considering leaving this behind. But there is a possibility she dreads more than death and it won’t let her sleep at night: What if they have forgotten her?