A Colorless World
In the days that followed Elandor's death, the world seemed to have lost its color. Everything Alex saw felt as though it had been drained of life, the vibrant hues of the new world replaced by a monochrome landscape. It was as if the pain and sorrow had bled the world dry, leaving behind a gray and lifeless shadow of what once was.
For days, Alex could hear Lyra crying in her room, her sobs echoing through the quiet cabin. Thrain, on the other hand, spent most of his time at the tavern, drowning his sorrows in drink and losing himself in sleep. Elandor's death had left a wound in their group that seemed impossible to heal.
Alex thought this world was great and beautiful, but he had realized it was too good to be true. The sight of Elandor's body haunted him. All he could do was stand in shock as the blood of his dear friend spread across the cold concrete of the labyrinth floor. He began to blame himself for Elandor's death, convinced that he could have done something to prevent it.
The Depths of Guilt
The guilt weighed heavily on Alex, his mind replaying the events of the battle over and over again. "If only I had been faster," he thought. "If only I had been stronger." He wept for two days, the tears flowing freely as he wrestled with the agony of loss and self-blame.
During the night, when sleep eluded him, he found himself consumed by fear. What if Lyra or Thrain died? The thought was unbearable. He couldn't imagine losing anyone else. The prospect of further loss gnawed at his sanity, driving him deeper into despair.
A Late-Night Visit
One night, as Alex lay awake, staring at the ceiling, he heard a soft knock on his door. "Hey," Lyra said quietly as she stepped into the room.
"Hey," Alex replied, his voice hollow.
Lyra moved to sit next to him on the bed. There was a heavy silence between them, filled with unspoken grief and shared pain. "I've been thinking a lot about Elandor," she said finally, her voice trembling.
Alex nodded, his throat tight. "Me too."
"We did everything we could," Lyra continued, her eyes welling with tears. "But it wasn't enough."
"I know," Alex whispered. "I keep thinking that if I had done something differently, he might still be here."
Lyra shook her head. "Don't blame yourself, Alex. We all fought as hard as we could. Elandor wouldn't want us to live in guilt."
Alex felt a lump in his throat. "I just can't shake the feeling that I failed him."
Pushing Away the Pain
Lyra looked at Alex with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "Maybe… maybe we need to find a way to push through this pain," she said, her voice soft but intense.
Before Alex could respond, Lyra leaned in and kissed him. It was a desperate, raw kiss, filled with a need to escape the agony that consumed them. "Lyra, what are you doing?" Alex asked, pulling back slightly.
"Just relax," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I'll do all the work."
In their shared grief and desperation to feel something other than pain, they gave in to the moment. They made love, seeking solace in each other's arms. It was a way to forget, if only for a short while, the harsh reality of their loss.
Morning Regret
The next morning, Alex woke up with Lyra still sleeping beside him. The events of the night before came rushing back, and he felt a wave of regret. They had used each other to escape their pain, but it hadn't made the hurt go away. If anything, it had added a new layer of complexity to their grief.
Careful not to wake her, Alex slipped out of bed and quietly dressed. He needed space to think, to process everything that had happened. As he stepped out of the cabin, the morning air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him.
He walked through the forest, the vibrant colors of nature a painful reminder of the world that had seemed so beautiful before. Now, it felt empty and colorless. He needed to find a way to move forward, to honor Elandor's memory without being consumed by guilt and sorrow.
But for now, all he could do was walk, hoping that with each step, he might find some semblance of peace.