I can't describe how I feel. Pain, numbness, floating, sinking, afraid, dead, all at the same time. But I'll be okay. I just need time to pick myself up. I can't stop believing that. I feel like my soul is screaming as part of it is being ripped away. But there's hope. A new love, a tiny ember, ready to become a flame. Will it warm this cold deep inside me? Or will I just burn as my ashes fall to the ground? Will it be extinguished as my soul fades? Or will it reignite my soul as my inner Phenix soars once more? As I find the one who holds the future of my life, my love, my sanity, and my very existence as she holds my hand. I pray never to let go because that would spell the end! And in the absence of my heart, the end is just too easy to spell!
About the author
The stories that you see labeled chapter one - chapter sixteen are chapters from my completed book, The story of Promiseum - Dream Walker. So if you decide to escape to my fantasy world, start with chapter one and read them in order.