Dampness soaked through the dress I found myself in, it had adhered itself to my skin, heavy and floor length soaking up the wetness on the floor. My head hanging low and heavy against my chest. My arms extended over my head felt heavy against the cold irons that expanded from the darkness expanding above them. I tried lifting my head and gather my senses, but a sharp twinge of pain shattered through my neck. I tried to remember the events that lead to being hear. I remembered waking up and Noah being gone, the taste of berries and silence around me, and haze. I closed my eyes trying to remember the voice. How did I get here? Where is here?
“Es? Are you there?” My voice even in a whisper echoed in the silence. Nothing. No response. I couldn’t feel her in my head. Panic punched me in the
