Page 6 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

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Lips I kissed every day for five fucking years…

“Willow?”

WILLOW

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The pitch-black abyss surrounding me ripples…

God, what is that?

Onyx shifts to gray, then returns to impenetrable black again.

I float in it for a few seconds.

Struggling to cling to it.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The noise pierces my skull.

My brain thrashes against my skull violently, desperate to escape to somewhere quiet.

Back to the darkness I’ve been floating in so beautifully.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I try to raise my hands to press them over my ears, to drown out that infernal racket clearly sent by Satan, but something tugs on my arm.

A wave of nauseating agony rolls through me.

Lancing my side.

Slicing and stabbing at various places across my body.

What the hell is happening?

Beep.

Beep.

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