295. Into the Dark

~ CASIMIR ~

I sat in that frigid, dark chasm of my soul, my back to the side of the ravine walls, my knees drawn up to my chest. I was cold. Shaking.

It felt as if I fought simply to stay alive. As if, the moment I let go, my body would fly into a thousand pieces and be scattered by this arctic wind.

My mind ran loops—every word I’d said in anger, every action taken in cruelty or ruthless dominance. I was being flayed with my failure and couldn’t get my mind to stop repeating the message.

Dark. Useless. Better off dead.

Failure as a King.

Failure as a Mate.

Failure as a

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