Evelyn's p.o.v.
I am a silhouette.
Not a human.
Not a person with a heart.
Not an individual.
But a corrupted memory that should have never existed, that should have never started growing and become this...this helpless sham reality.
Maybe that's the reason I hate liars—because I am a lie myself.
I wandered there more, inside my vast consciousness. A smoky place with ashes all around me... I don't know where I am, there is nothing I can see...as if darkness has become me. And I will be chained here forever for eternity.
This is not the first time I knew... It happened before, didn't it? Several times for several minutes. But no matter how painful it is, no matter how scary it is, I'll forget about these feelings right away after I wake up.
It's a relief as much as it's a c
