This entry is part 16 of 18 in the series 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.

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