I closed the wooden door, trying to shut that memory off, trying to forget about it. The dad, the son, they looked so… They were both smiling, hand in hand, they were hap-hap. The word slid off my tongue. I continued to walk down the road, the distance between the lamplights becoming longer and longer, the room becoming less and less illuminated. Voices vibrated through the road, trying to reach me, but I did not try to grab them. “There is nothing else…”, I assured myself, “I don’t need to be sad. This is the best place I can be, this is the only place I can be.” The darkness swelled, my steps fading into its shadow. I continued to walk. I wasn’t going to hide anymore.

Join The Darkness:

https://sites.google.com/view/deaddark/home

Hear The Voices:

https://supercoder21.github.io/issurrenderinghthesameaslosing/