Pain. Tiredness. Lack of energy. No appetite. No want or need for anything or anyone… but her.
The first thing and the only thing I’d been thinking of was opening my eyes and seeing Anya. My sweet and beautiful Anya whom it felt like ages since I last saw her. Maybe it had been. I didn’t know. The last thing I remember was falling and nothing but darkness.
I remember not even being able to feel anything, but pain. No matter how sad I felt remembering the look on Anya’s face when I collapsed, I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t tear up because my body was consumed by agonizing pain.
The only times I woke up was when I would puke blood and then my throat and stomach would feel as if acid was being poured inside of me. It was burning and in flames. The worst part was that I couldn’t do anything
