My Curse, Their Endless Guilt

the air, a final, desperate plea. I had thought I would face death with quiet resignation, but now, a frantic pulse of

st, cold ocean, drowning me. I could hear my own ragged

agile heart into the abyss. "Elia," he said, his tone laced with a chilling disdain.

hought I was lying. Eve

ontinued, his voice hardening. "You won't trick us ag

ound passed my lips. Tears streamed down my face, hot and sti

, my voice raw and broken. "

e calling Fredrick's name in the background before the connection vanish

d. I remembered how they would dote on Houston, fulfilling his every whim, showering him with affection. I tried to imagine, jus

in the silent room. My laughter grew, then twisted into an ago

all ticked relentlessly, each beat a stark reminder of their absence. No one ca

00. Three

le, unremarkable. Nothing worth remembering, really. A

my head resting amidst the cold, untouched dishes. The urn

ntdown

d. The air grew heavy, thick with sil

aint click of the doork

ere to

peace. The connection between my mind and body severed, like a thread snipped by an invisible scissor. The

ded into obscurity. The world of the living receded, leaving me stranded on the shores of eternity. I tried

gging for love – it was all over. The clock had run out. My life' s l