"I yearn...." she said into the darkness, its eyes, void and deep, watching her. "I yearn for what is not. My heart cries out for the things that my mind has created but cannot obtain. I desire it deep within my soul, yet know that it is not true. But it is out there, somewhere." Ice hung on every syllable, chilling it in the blackness in which she surrounded herself.
She came here at times, to this place full of both desire and despair, yet empty as a blackness that one can only understand by feeling it. It was a place created by her in her darkest hours in which she could run away and hide for when those hours returned. It’s calm chill both soothed her and flamed her pain, yet she found solace in it.
"What is it you yearn for?" the darkness asked back in a voice reminiscent of what death would sound like should he speak.
“I yearn for a light that would kill you, drive you away to nothingness forever. I wish to have what I have always wanted.”
“But my lovely, everything you have, I have given to you. You asked for hope, and I brought it. You asked for love, and I embraced you. You cried for peace, and I dried your tears. What more could you want?” it replied, like a faint breeze caressing her pale cheek.
“Your touch is tainted. You have only given me glimmers of my deepest desires. Fragments of hopes and dreams that I have yearned for. And your embrace is cold. As you wiped my tears, your touch cut me.” She lifted her head upwards, inhaling slowly, dark smoky curls tumbling down her back as she did so.
“But you come to me when you are in need of solace, my love. You cannot deny that,” it whispered.
“No, I cannot....” her voice trailed off as her head lowered once more to rest on her knees as she sat curled against a corner, the jagged rocks of a pillowy world against her back.
