Not a Love Story
Lightning flashed in her eyes, bringing with it intense pain, then showers of blackness, darkness, shadows...blindness...
She could see nothing. The doors remained open behind her. She knew she had made it past them, but she could only sense a dark emptiness, like a primordial chaos that no human soul could withstand. It bore down on her until she was sure it would push her back behind those doors and lock them forever, leaving her eternally trapped. Then gradually, the non-existent blindfold began to loosen, the imaginary hands over her ears moved away, and she could begin to hear a trembling voice.