The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Elise
Elise remained quiet for a long time, her eyes distant and shimmering with sorrow. The silence grew heavy, suffocating. Feeling the weight of it, I reached out and gently took her hand. She flinched at my touch, but I drew her closer, pulling her to my side. She came reluctantly, still avoiding my gaze. I held her hand, my grip firm, and waited.
After what felt like an eternity, tears welled in her eyes and spilled over, tracing paths down her cheeks. Her grip tightened on mine, but she made no sound, the sobs trapped in her throat.
"It's alright, Elise," I said, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. "Let it all out."
And she did. The dam broke, and the tears flowed freely, an endless stream of sorrow. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. I held her tight as her body shook with sobs, stroking her hair and whispering soothing words.