ANNATORIA
Despite my eagerness the other day, it took me about two weeks before I finally travelled.
The reason I stalled was annoyingly heart-wrenching.
Just as I was about to pack my bags that hot afternoon, something invisible slipped out of me.
I could have missed it, but I didn’t.
And witnessing it in the mirror shattered me further. So much that I fell to the ground and cried as if the tears I had been shedding before were nothing.
Because I couldn’t see the usual gold streak in my eyes or even the crescent mark on my neck. They vanished like smoke, never to be seen again.
Then, night came. And it came with the worst punch ever.
I wasn’t able to dream. Despite how deeply I slept, I saw and heard nothing.
Not even a nightmare. Or the faintest glimpse of him. Or even a
