Death. They made me long for death, with the overwhelming darkness and terror I experienced unlike anything before. They were aware of my vulnerability and attacked mercilessly. I was willing to sacrifice anything for her-my little sister.
"Scarlett..." In that tense moment, my heart raced as I locked eyes with her, observing every nuance and flicker of emotion that passed through her terrified gaze. The depth of her fear was unmistakable, betraying the desperate struggle that she was engaged in. I could feel the weight of her vulnerability pressing against my own consciousness, a profound reminder of the power that our connection held in that fragile instance. It was as if time had momentarily stood still, the intensity of her frightened expression etching itself into the fabric of my me
