"The loneliest moment in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Marienne's POV:

It was as if my head was a boulder.

My mind swirled with thousands of emotions as I was slowly dragged into the chaos of hypnotism.

Have you ever felt that feeling where everything seemed so real, that it seemed fake? Everything was real, you can reach out and touch it- but you wouldn't be able to believe yourself.

It was almost like I had penetrated the barrier between reality and dreams. My monsters seemed more realistic than the broken, bloody rim of the stair I was holding.

Like a dry leaf of winter, I was aimless- I was clueless. The meaning of myself didn't exist anymore. Who was I, what was I- what I was feeling- whether it was a fragment of nightmares or a twisted reality. I couldn't extinguish the fire inside me- so I let it burn me, relishing in pain.

The chandelier that lit up the mansion seemed like a mirror. It was just above my head, I felt like I could see my defeated reflection if I concentrated.

I was lying down, in the middle of what felt like nothingness. I was in a mansion, but it didn't feel like home anymore.

It was like a massive skeleton without any chimera. It didn't have footsteps, it didn't have any laughter echoing throughout.

Her smell might linger in the mansion, she might be here- but it won't be long before she fades away until she becomes a memory and some pictures.

A breath like a whisper of a flying feather- escaped me as I stared at the chandelier without any emotion.

I didn't have any will power to move.

It felt like life had been drained out of me.

The glasses radiated a ray that burned my eyes, but I didn't want to blink.

The blank white walls echoed the sashaying winds, laughter and words no longer resonated in the mansion.

No matter how posh a house is, it is not home unless there's someone living in it. Even if a body is breathing, it's not living unless there is a soul in it.

She took my soul away with her.

I lost my rain.

I felte like a breathing corpse, barely surviving.

The glasses of that chandelier never looked more tempting before.

What if it fell upon me and took my life now?

There was no point of my life anyway now. I was as soulless as a dead.

How long had it been anyways? Hours?

How long had I been laying here?

How long until those medicines wear off and those voices return?

How long until life drains out of me?

It was painful, but not a physical pain. It was more like a hidden numb pain. It was more like a psychological pain.

I know I ached, I ached from craving- but still it hurt.

Sometimes, the monsters in your mind is more powerful than the wound you bear. They can destroy you, make you see things you never saw before and create a different definition of normal.

It hurts. So much.

I felt something wet sliding down from my eyes. Considering how dehydrated they were, it was shocking how they could still produce tears.

My vision got hazier as I felt myself slowly drifting away. Inch by inch, piece by piece- soon every single bit of me would be sucked by darkness.

Soon it would turn into a lifeless shell, in a true, practical sense.

The chandelier got hazier and hazier- until it became a ball of light. Like the sun, but much calmer.

Everything was so silent. I could hear the wind and my breath.

That is all they do. They leave me at the end.

Why did I expect Rose to be an exception?

Why did I expect her to stay?

Was it because we had this undeniable connection?

Was it because I love her and expect her to feel some sort of way towards me?

My life was like a confined house with blank white walls. It didn't have any window, so light never entered in it. I was trapped in the darkness, crying for the help even I didn't realize I needed.

And she appeared.

She had a lucid soul, with an intention to help. She was pure, full of light- finding the most positive outcome from a negative situation.

As I confined her in my darkness, I expected her to become a part of it, mould into it and wallow in it until she became unrecognizable, until she turned like me.

But her aura, her aura screamed beauty.

She did the most unexpected thing. She lit up the dark house I was trapped in and showed me a way out of it. She rescued me, she saved me.

And, she faded away. Just like a guardian angel.

Another shallow breathe escaped me. I didn't know what was happening to me. All I knew I was left alone, there was no one to save me.

Even if I die, it could be cared less.

I hope they took care of my will.

Drifting and escaping, fading in and out of the eunoia and finally giving myself into the hands of the grim reaper.

My ear caught a faint commotion, footsteps echoed along the marble of the stairs.

Panicked, hasty footsteps.

Who could it be?

The workers took a vacation.

There should not be anyone

The footsteps stopped a few feet away from me.

My ears rung, I could feel those voices in the horizon. I couldn't move, I didn't want to move. But still, I wanted to see that person.

A mumbled groan like sound escaped from the intruder. It was almost as if she was trying to call me.

I felt a small, cold hand on my shoulder. The touch morphed into a tight grip and soon it was shaking me violently.

The groans continued, trying to catch my attention. But I was immobile, I could not move even if I want to.

I wanted to see my savior

The light of the chandelier melted into darkness, my breath mingled into the sashaying wind. My ears rang so loud, it was almost real. My head was becoming heavier- my throat burned like an inferno.

The stranger's shadow loomed over me and I saw her for the first time.

Her grey eyes were looking at me with worries, they were identical to her aunt. I have seen Lindy with that look many times.

Lunaire.

Why did the kid remain here?

Why did Lindy leave her here?

I tried to give her a smile, to show that I was okay. But my body wouldn't pay heed to my mind.

Suddenly, I started feeling sleepy. So sleepy.

I wanted to lose myself into the land of my dreams.

Where no nightmares existed.

Only peace.

My eyes fluttered. I could see her wailing without sound. She was silent, but her tears spoke more words than one can ever do.

Who would she call? What would a voiceless person say?

Peace.

Another breath escaped me as my eyelids fluttered close.

Peace.

Maybe not in reality, maybe in my head- but still, it was more peaceful than ever.

Fate was cruel, but was it cruel enough stop me from finding peace in eternal sleep?

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