I sat there, staring at the fire crackling in front of me, Aimee's words echoing in my mind. "You won't lose this fight." I wished I could believe that, but the darkness was always there, waiting, creeping closer with every passing day. It was like a shadow I couldn't shake, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.
Aimee had left just a few minutes ago after our conversation. She was determined, fierce, and absolutely convinced that I could beat this curse. But she didn't feel what I felt. She didn't have the constant weight pressing down on her, threatening to tear her apart from the inside. She didn't hear the whispers in her mind, the voice that wasn't quite her own, telling her to give in, to surrender to the darkness.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I had to keep it together for her. She believed in me, and I couldn't let her down. But what if she was wrong? What if this was a fight I couldn't win?
