Chapter Twenty-Nine
My world fell apart.
It crumbled to the ground as empires and civilizations crumbled into oblivion.
There was nothingness left; black and deep.
There was a hole in my black rose heart so large that it devoured everything that was good and enjoyable.
There was nothing—but deep, painful sadness. I could see it in my eyes when I dared to look in the mirror. They were as if they were soul-less. They were as if my life had been taken away—and I could feel it—my will to live slowly ebbing away, surely and steadily.
Days turned into nights, until there were no longer days in my life.
The darkness had taken over.
The light in my life was gone—my sun.