Days.
Minutes.
Weeks.
Years.
Hours.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, nor did I care. It was peaceful in the black.
Voices called to me, whispered echoes surrounded me. I could make them out, if I concentrated. But I didn’t want to concentrate. I wanted the peaceful black.
Most of their words were lost in the depth, mangled, but I could hear the murmurs all the same.
Caroline, Andrew…and Nathan.
I could make out the tenor more than the actual words. Nathan didn’t say much, for which I was thankful, but I could hear Andrew. He was angry, screaming and cursing while Caroline was pleading.
I shook every time I heard Nathan. His voice threatened to pull me back.
I didn’t want to go back. The calm darkness held the pain at bay. I didn’t have to feel my heart shattering in there
