Eilidh—Lana’s Betrayal

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The darkness was overwhelming. I have never feared the dark until now, until she left me here.  This house—this home we made together has always been bright. We made sure to buy a place with big and ornate windows, and Lana’s lamp obsession lit the rooms when the sun went to bed. Never could I have imagined her betraying me.

I do not know what I did. She told me to check the attic for a pair of shoes she lost. I would do anything for her. But she turned off the lights, and locked the door.

I didn’t want to search, didn’t want to bend to her will. It felt villainous to want for myself, selfish to say no to her. But she had left, she had broke me, feeling nothing but hatred towards me. I did not know what I had done, but it left little hope for the future. The cosy lights has dimmed, the cushions like boulders, our blankets thin. The warmth, the light, the love was gone. What had I done to deserve this?

I looked around the room for a sign, but the darkness was entirely overwhelming, offering no space to think clearly, or see beyond what my arms could reach. I felt around the walls, bringing myself further into a state of despair. Cobwebs touched my fingertips and, in a way, it felt fitting to share this room with them. Had I let myself get caught? Had I walked right into this trap, fully aware of it? Had I let her devour me?

My fingers played…