THIRTY-CADENCE
NORTH —SIX MONTHS LATER. For most, with the setting of the sun came a kind of sanctity. A respite from the solitude of the day and the stresses of life, but for me, I dreaded the night and all the darkness that came with it. Every night we awoke to screams. Every. Single. Night. Without exception. —And I never once blamed her for it, only god knows what she'd been through, but being devoid of blame didn't fill the hollows beneath my eyes or the aching of my head. Another night passed when her shrill shriek tore me from my rest. I was up in an instant, holding her to me, she said the warmth of my skin helped numb the pain, so every night that's what I did. Screams and sobs wracked her body, and she was left a shaking shell of what she once was, but only for a few brief
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