~A different kind of darkness~
~Harlow~
Pain.
Inability to breathe.
I was being dragged into emptiness until I could feel nothing, see nothing. But I heard a voice, a small voice. It wasn't soft or sweet. It was commanding. Authoritative. Like darkness dragging me out of the shitty emptiness. I'd call this darkness light even though it wasn't. My light.
“Don't die on me.”
“You can't die on me.”
“It's been a week, Harlow. I can't do this anymore.”
My eyes shot open and I groaned, squinting my eyes to adjust to the brightness. My whole body ached, my throat parched with need. My eyes watered as each breath was unimaginably painful, but then I felt it, cold hands covering up my fingers. I couldn't turn to my side, but with the scent in my nostrils, I knew it was Devon. Even with
