Esma’s pov

Darkness engulfed me. it was the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long slumber, or death. Death? Am I dead? I don’t know. This is oblivion. At least it felt good.

It’s peace, in oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It was just me now. no one to bother me, no one to hurt anyone. I could float in this abyss of nothingness forever.

“And what about me? about us?” my breath hitched hearing that familiar voice of a man. I hear it so many times, calling me, pulling me towards it. I can’t put my finger where I heard it....