WORRIES OF THE NIGHT
Richmond lay still on the bed, gazing at the ceilings, his mind entangled in a web of conflicting thoughts. The memory of Anne's wounded face lingered, casting shadows of doubt on the walls of his consciousness. Was she unhappy with him? He couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at him.
As he pondered, he replayed the words he had spoken to Anne. They were honest and straightforward, yet the truth seemed to have taken on the deceptive guise of a lie. He mused over the paradox of honesty that felt like a betrayal, wondering how his words had created such a rift.
Suddenly, A sinister laughter echoed in his mind, unmistakably Ecratas, the malevolent demon residing in the depths of his psyche. "Hello, Richy boy! Hope you didn't miss me too much?" The demon taunted him.
Richmond rolled his eyes in frustration, he didn't need a confrontation from this annoying leech.
