I was floating in the black nothingness again. I recognized this place. It was like an old escape; one I hadn’t had to use in a while. When the pain got too bad, too intense, I could come to this strange void and float. I knew I’d have to go back eventually, but I couldn’t face it yet. I couldn’t fathom the amount of pain that waited for me back in my body when the reality of losing Torin would hit full force.
The longer I floated in this place, though, allowing my thoughts to drift, the harder it was to remember why I had to go back at all. I knew there was a reason, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Sometimes, I could feel the knowledge float by, just out of reach. If I stretched just a little more, maybe I could touch it. Maybe I could remember what was so important that it filled
