Everything is black. The light that taints my soul is also black. I'm alone in this place where nothing exists but myself. I cuddle my bare body into a ball as I let myself drift and fly through what seems like space. It's not cold here, nor warm, simply good.
In this place, no thoughts buzz through my mind but I feel and all these emotions are inexplainable yet they seem so familiar.
So very familiar.
This warmth in my heart is pleasant.
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Flicker | ✔️
Teen Fictionflicker (noun): a situation in which a light is sometimes bright and sometimes weak: the soft flicker of candlelight in which a girl with a harsh present becomes intrigued by a boy with a difficult past ~~~ Contains themes that are considered mature...
