...
ALL days are nights to see till I see thee,
and nights bright days when derams do show thee me
All days are night until I see you,
and all nights shine like days.
In dreams,
you appear before me.
...
She was like a traveler seeking light in a storm, seeking redemption in a nightmare.
The gentle and deep recitation sounded in her ears, she struggled to wake up from the nightmare, preventing herself from hearing that voice rising from the depths of her soul.
How lowly it is, to still yearn for his voice knowing it's all a false illusion.
She should despise herself; the one she should hate most is herself. Hilary Candi died for her, yet she still thought of the man who sent her to hell.
What is love?
She lay limp on the bed, her dim eyes gazing out the window, with the man's gentle voice in her ears.
She once thought she would remember these verses for a lifetime.
