Arel couldn't remember the last time he had felt truly awake. His mind had become a labyrinth, twisted and shifting in ways he couldn't understand. Every thought seemed to slip through his fingers like sand, and with each passing day, the feeling of being trapped within himself only grew stronger. He didn't know if he was losing his mind, or if he had already lost it.
The silence, the endless waiting, the unanswered cries—it had all begun to eat away at him. He had once believed that love could conquer anything, but now, it was clear that love alone could drown him. He was suffocating in his own emotions, caught in a cycle of longing and despair.
Arel sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall, his hands shaking. He tried to focus, to gather his thoughts, but they slipped away from him as soon as they formed. He couldn't hold onto anything anymore. The world around him felt unreal, like a distant dream he couldn't touch. "Is this what insanity feels like?"
The question lingered in his mind, but it wasn't a question anymore. It was a statement, a truth that he couldn't deny. He felt it in every part of him. He was unraveling, thread by thread. The connection to reality was fading, slipping through his grasp like water, leaving him drowning in his own confusion.
His gaze shifted to the window, the outside world looking so calm, so distant. It was a world he no longer felt part of. The voices in his head had become louder, more persistent. They weren't just whispers anymore. They were demands, commands that he couldn't ignore.
"Why haven't you answered me, God?" Arel whispered again, his voice trembling. It wasn't a question anymore. It was a plea, a demand for something he wasn't sure he wanted anymore. He didn't know if he was asking for salvation, or if he was begging for something far worse.
The silence hung in the air like a weight. Arel closed his eyes, but instead of peace, all he saw was darkness. A dark abyss where he had no control, no sense of time, no sense of self. His mind had become a wasteland, and he was the only one left in it.
He had become lost.
And for the first time, Arel didn't know if he wanted to be found.