*Esma*
Standing near the edge of the cliffs, I watch the whitecapped swells from the sea and the darkening sky herald the approaching storm.
With the strengthening wind surrounding me, I breathe in and absorb the fury of the tempest. I almost want to fling myself into the turbulent water just to be surrounded by something other than the dull, somber nothingness that has become my life since I returned from Blackrock city.
It feels as though Eden and I left behind our laughter, our joy, our very essence, as though we are little more than empty shells going about our daily rituals only because failure to do so would bring us a slow agonizing death. Food contains no flavor, greeting the day no joy. Sleep comes in fits and starts. In the two weeks since we arrived at our small home, I’ve
