What was the darkest night in all of her life?
Emi didn’t know why that question was important right now. She didn’t even understand why she was asked the question just now. Even more, she couldn’t understand why she was already thinking of the answer. Was her conscious intent not important?
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She was on her feet looking into a window in a room she couldn’t recognise in the middle of the night. She didn’t know the time. She didn’t know the where. She didn’t know the why. She didn’t have the faintest clue about what was happening right now. She didn’t even know why she wasn’t moving. What was so fascinating about the window?
It was dark outside. Darker than inside where she was. And the window was a mirror reflecting everything perfectly. Including her face. The rest of her was fuzzy
