Series: The Dark
- Into the Dark
- Sharing the Dark
- Traversing the Dark
- Piercing the Dark
- Comfort in the Dark
- Descending into the Dark
- Discernment in the Dark
- Wounded in the Dark
- Aid in the Dark
- Companions in the Dark
- Danger in the Dark
- Dance in the Dark
- Chase in the Dark
- Pathways in the Dark
- Wandering in the Dark
- Singing in the Dark
- Walking in the Dark
- Emerging from the Dark
I walked narrow, dusky corridors alone. I no longer heard your laugh, but somehow I knew you were okay. You were built for these passageways, in a way I never was. I knew I’d find you eventually, though. It was just a matter of time and patience.
Then I heard your voice again. A melody, floated in the darkness, swam up to me from the murky depths of the tunnels. I’d never heard you sing before, but I immediately recognized it as you. Your voice was melodious, cherubic, angelic. And it seemed almost to chase the gloom away.
I followed the sound of your singing to greater depths, and finally the pathway I was on opened up to an intersection of five other paths. And there you were, standing at the intersection, your back to me, singing. I stopped walking, reticent to interrupt you. I’d never heard anything so hauntingly alluring in my life, and I never wanted it to end.
So of course it did. But then you turned and looked right at me, as if you’d known all along I was there. And the smile you beamed at me lit the darkness better than any torch could.
I ran to you then and swept you up in my arms. Never have you looked so beautiful.