She huddles in the corner, lonely and afraid, knowing that He will return tonight. Silent tears make their way down her cheeks. The room is unbearably cold; she shivers in her thin sweater, wrapping her arms around her again. She hates herself for crying, it is a weakness, it is useless, and no one will help her. They thought she was mad. Before, she was sure she wasn’t mad, yet now, she fears she is losing her mind.
The room’s temperature drops even और and her blood runs cold. A huge gust of wind blows down the window, and she screams. He is getting और powerful. And soon, oh, very soon, he will be able to completely drain her. Fearful as ever, she tries to get up, but her head starts spinning and she falls to the ground again.
Instantly, pain worse than she has ever experienced courses through her entire body. She gasps, but knows from experience not to cry out. She bites her lip and stares, hard, at the floor, wishing she could escape somehow.
Fool, whispers a voice inside her head. She struggles to hold in a scream, she hates it when he enters her mind. But she is frozen, unable to do anything. You cannot escape... Don’t आप know that द्वारा now? But आप have almost fulfilled your purpose... Maybe I can release आप then...
At the mention of the word release, her दिल flutters with just a tiny, tiny, tiny bit of hope. But as soon as she hears His laughter in her head, she realizes what He means: He will kill her. Release... And there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, she can do about it.
Her body unfreezes and she slowly sits up. She is exhausted, and feels like she could drop dead at any second. She opens her eyes and tries to look at Him, her torturer – and soon to be murderer. He is getting और visible, easier to see. She glances down at herself, and sure enough, she is fading. Her own life is being sucked out of her. She is as close to death as she can be. And one day, she will cease to exist. People will forget, like they have forgotten for all of these years.
Years of torture, years of slowly having her life sucked out her, and now, finally, she was nearing the end. She will die and He will return.
She still remembers how it all started – how, unknowingly, she had opened up that small box that still held His essence. It had been the colour of darkness, the colour associated with death. And as soon as she opened the box, it flew out and right at her. She had screamed in terror, and the darkness had flown inside of her. She passed out, and when she regained consciousness, she was in this dark room with nothing but a newspaper. She had read it, and realized a साल had passed – and that people thought He went missing and SHE was dead. Scared out of her wits, she had crawled into the corner and cried, and that was when He first visited. Terribly pale, He had been.
And now, she was terribly pale, see-through. Death was quickly approaching her, and she wished it would take her already. She felt searing pain again, and knowing that this was her final moment, her eyes snapped up to look at Him.
She has His eyes, hair, and nose. Their eyes are the same colour, a deep brown.
For the final time, she looks up at the man she has known and loved her entire life.
She looks at her Father, right before Death takes her. There is no remorse in his eyes, is her last thought, as she is fading to black. No remorse in those deep, brown eyes. My eyes.