Esma’s pov Darkness engulfed me. It was the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long slumber, or death. Death? Am I dead? I don’t know. This is oblivion. At least it felt good. It’s peace, in oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It was just me now. no one to bother me, no one to hurt anyone. I could float in this abyss of nothingness forever. “And what about me? about us?” my breath hitched hearing that familiar voice of a man. I hear it so many times, calling me, pulling me towards it. I can’t put my finger where I heard it. deep down, my heart was earning to hear it again and again. “Kitten.” It calls to my deepest depths of my heart again and this time I tried to move. Who is it? who’s calling me? “It’s time to wake up Esma.” this time he called me by my name and my heart thundered. “REED?” the name automatically left my lips and all the memories gushed back like the thund
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