The eerie silence of loneliness.
Marta wasn't sure if it would ever end. Every night, when she went to bed, it was like the angel on her shoulder was screeching into her ear. Sleep never came easy to her. It was always heavy. On top of that, opening her eyes and getting up, the aftermath, was a struggle.
Marta lay in bed. Alone. Alone. Alone. From the corner of the room, a shadow appeared. The shadow approached her shyly.
"Hey," Sun-young greeted. There was a seat directly touching Marta's bed. She didn't take it and instead stood awkwardly. Marta eyed her and immediately sensed something had changed. The way she carried herself was with a depth of power she did not understand. It was the same with Kazi.
Marta's guts twisted. While they were out there getting stronger, she was stuck in bed.
