One blink of your eyes and suddenly everything you once knew is ripped away from you. Control is gone. Understanding wiped and replaced with ignorance. Relationships tainted. Promises empty and broken.
"Vylad."
Love is a reward not all can have. Most fight their hardest until they fall, and they're only met with the bitter taste of defeat. They hide away, wallowing in their sorrow until they're forced to see the light.
"Laurance?"
That light is a guide that dooms you. You may think walking forward may help, but it brings you through a staircase of utter hell. It's light. It shouldn't hurt, but it does.
"It's a boy."
By the time you realize it's too late, you're right back where you started. This time, it's worse. Is it possible to start over?
"A child. . ."
It is.
"Garroth. . . no."
But not yet.
