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(www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecztMs… Please listen while you read!)

Darkness closes in on you.

You see it. It washes about you, pulling you further in until you breathe nothing but this darkness.

Your heart pounds your ribs, pounding, pounding, pounding. Every vein throbs. Every muscle tenses. Droplets of sweat roll down the contours of your face.

All energy is drained from you, yet you fight to break free from this torment.

You feel as though everything inside you dances on the edge of bursting.

What if this never stops?

What if this never leaves me?

I’m losing it. I’m losing it...

Sweaty fingers clutch at the sides of your head. You squeeze your eyes together with such force, it aches the entirety of your forehead.

Yet, you sink further.

It never ends.

What if the fear never leaves?

I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!

Help someone!

You cannot escape this impending blackness, this everlasting abyss that pulls you further, further, further.

No escape.

No where to turn.

I want to die...

Thoughts real relentlessly. The monsters within sink their fangs into you, draining every emotion, every drop of life, until nothing but this numbing, paralyzing fear remains.

I want to die...

Someone help me...

No, I can’t-! I have to get out!

The adrenaline surges through you. You open your mouth ready to scream, but you only feel pressure clenching your wind pipe. No sound comes forth. No one is there to hear your cries.

But, a little spark of will remains.

I will not-! No-!

Hurry! Fight!

Finally, your voice, weak and barely audible, breaks through the thickened silence.

“Help!!” you cry. “Someone help!”

No one seems to perceive you in this solitude.

Yet, you try, and you try again.

You refuse to remain here. You refuse to die.

You claw at nothing as if attempting to cling to something, anything.

I won’t-! I won’t give in-!

Hot tears smear your cheeks, and your breath comes in short and rapid.

Finally, you feel something, something warm; a hand encircling your own, warm and calloused.

Immediately, relief washes over you.

A little glimmer of light shines in the engulfing chasm, two lights of gold.

With a hiss and a grunt, you are ripped away from the clutches of your fear...

and with a gasp, you jolt in your bed. Your forehead and neck are drenched in sweat, and your heart races as if fighting to stay alive. Tremors course through your body.

But, when you glance over at your bedside table, the clock flashes “3:30 AM.”

The hand still encircles your own as it trembled. You perceive cool pools of gold, the very ones that lead you from the void.

Ebony hair streaked with white, dark brows furrowed with concern and lips tightened to a thin line.

“K...Kid?” your voice cracks.

Slowly, he breathes, the tension melting away on the spot.

“You had me worried there,” he says, forcing a nervous laugh.

You suck in your bottom lip. Immediately, your bury your face in his chest and sob without another second.

But, he smiles. Even after your fits of terror, he smiles knowing you are here, still breathing, still fighting, refusing to give into your madness.

“Hush,” he whispers, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “It’s alright now. You’re safe.”

“I was so scared,” you muffle, fisting his shirt. “I didn’t think I was gonna make it.”

“Yes, but you did,” he slides his fingers through your matted locks. “You survived.”

For a minute, you fail to even speak. The aching and burning caused by your sobs steals away your words. Instead, you inhale his clean scent. You listen to the soft, slow rhythm of his breathing, his pulse, the cool soft sheets against your skin, and his gentle, soothing touches.

He is all you need. He is your rock. Despite his own battles and struggles, he fuels you with the desire to keep going, to keep fighting until you inevitable victory.

At least, with one more shaky sigh, you mutter into his neck,

“It just feels like I’ll never get better.”

He hums and rubs the tip of his nose into your hair. Kisses lighter than the wings of a hummingbird are feather to your forehead. Delightful, tingling sensations spark with each touch.

“You will,” he assures.

“You think?”

“Yeah, of course,” taking your chin in between his thumb and index, he peers into your red rimmed orbs.

You swallow the hard lump at the base of your throat. Cupping your face in his palms, he rubs the tears away with his thumbs before pecking your lips tenderly.

“Let’s go to the kitchen and make some tea,” he says. As he takes your hands, he pulls you from the warmth of the blankets into the cool night air.

“Tea? At this hour?”

“I’m assuming you’d want a break after that!” he chuckles. Pulling you to his side, he laces nimble fingers with yours as he guides you to the kitchen.

You manage to force a tired laugh.

“Yeah, you got me there!” as you walk, you place your head against his shoulder, and he kisses it in response.

“So, tea and cookies sound like a preferable option.”

“Yes, please!”

Though the longevity of your course remains uncertain, one thing you know for certain: with him at your side, you would always possess a ray of hope, a lantern in this ocean of black. He would always be there as something to cling to, someone to pull you from the monsters that dared cross your path.

In this darkness, you would always be found, and he is the one to do it.

Description
(www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecztMs… Please listen while you read!)

Darkness closes in on you.

You see it. It washes about you, pulling you further in until you breathe nothing but this darkness.

Your heart pounds your ribs, pounding, pounding, pounding. Every vein throbs. Every muscle tenses. Droplets of sweat roll down the contours of your face.

All energy is drained from you, yet you fight to break free from this torment.

You feel as though everything inside you dances on the edge of bursting.

What if this never stops?

What if this never leaves me?

I’m losing it. I’m losing it...

Sweaty fingers clutch at the sides of your head. You squeeze your eyes together with such force, it aches the entirety of your forehead.

Yet, you sink further.

It never ends.

What if the fear never leaves?

I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!

Help someone!

You cannot escape this impending blackness, this everlasting abyss that pulls you further, further, further.

No escape.

No where to turn.

I want to die...

Thoughts real relentlessly. The monsters within sink their fangs into you, draining every emotion, every drop of life, until nothing but this numbing, paralyzing fear remains.

I want to die...

Someone help me...

No, I can’t-! I have to get out!

The adrenaline surges through you. You open your mouth ready to scream, but you only feel pressure clenching your wind pipe. No sound comes forth. No one is there to hear your cries.

But, a little spark of will remains.

I will not-! No-!

Hurry! Fight!

Finally, your voice, weak and barely audible, breaks through the thickened silence.

“Help!!” you cry. “Someone help!”

No one seems to perceive you in this solitude.

Yet, you try, and you try again.

You refuse to remain here. You refuse to die.

You claw at nothing as if attempting to cling to something, anything.

I won’t-! I won’t give in-!

Hot tears smear your cheeks, and your breath comes in short and rapid.

Finally, you feel something, something warm; a hand encircling your own, warm and calloused.

Immediately, relief washes over you.

A little glimmer of light shines in the engulfing chasm, two lights of gold.

With a hiss and a grunt, you are ripped away from the clutches of your fear...

and with a gasp, you jolt in your bed. Your forehead and neck are drenched in sweat, and your heart races as if fighting to stay alive. Tremors course through your body.

But, when you glance over at your bedside table, the clock flashes “3:30 AM.”

The hand still encircles your own as it trembled. You perceive cool pools of gold, the very ones that lead you from the void.

Ebony hair streaked with white, dark brows furrowed with concern and lips tightened to a thin line.

“K...Kid?” your voice cracks.

Slowly, he breathes, the tension melting away on the spot.

“You had me worried there,” he says, forcing a nervous laugh.

You suck in your bottom lip. Immediately, your bury your face in his chest and sob without another second.

But, he smiles. Even after your fits of terror, he smiles knowing you are here, still breathing, still fighting, refusing to give into your madness.

“Hush,” he whispers, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “It’s alright now. You’re safe.”

“I was so scared,” you muffle, fisting his shirt. “I didn’t think I was gonna make it.”

“Yes, but you did,” he slides his fingers through your matted locks. “You survived.”

For a minute, you fail to even speak. The aching and burning caused by your sobs steals away your words. Instead, you inhale his clean scent. You listen to the soft, slow rhythm of his breathing, his pulse, the cool soft sheets against your skin, and his gentle, soothing touches.

He is all you need. He is your rock. Despite his own battles and struggles, he fuels you with the desire to keep going, to keep fighting until you inevitable victory.

At least, with one more shaky sigh, you mutter into his neck,

“It just feels like I’ll never get better.”

He hums and rubs the tip of his nose into your hair. Kisses lighter than the wings of a hummingbird are feather to your forehead. Delightful, tingling sensations spark with each touch.

“You will,” he assures.

“You think?”

“Yeah, of course,” taking your chin in between his thumb and index, he peers into your red rimmed orbs.

You swallow the hard lump at the base of your throat. Cupping your face in his palms, he rubs the tears away with his thumbs before pecking your lips tenderly.

“Let’s go to the kitchen and make some tea,” he says. As he takes your hands, he pulls you from the warmth of the blankets into the cool night air.

“Tea? At this hour?”

“I’m assuming you’d want a break after that!” he chuckles. Pulling you to his side, he laces nimble fingers with yours as he guides you to the kitchen.

You manage to force a tired laugh.

“Yeah, you got me there!” as you walk, you place your head against his shoulder, and he kisses it in response.

“So, tea and cookies sound like a preferable option.”

“Yes, please!”

Though the longevity of your course remains uncertain, one thing you know for certain: with him at your side, you would always possess a ray of hope, a lantern in this ocean of black. He would always be there as something to cling to, someone to pull you from the monsters that dared cross your path.

In this darkness, you would always be found, and he is the one to do it.