WICKED PARADISE | JENLISA

SIXTEEN

LISA
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I WAS AWARE OF being…aware.

Past that, I had no idea.

I knew I was a sentient being.

I hadn’t quite died, yet I hadn’t figured out how to live.

I was in limbo.

Suspension.

In bondage.

I had no way to shout.

No way to wake.

No way to force my fate to go one way or the other.

All I had was a tether.

A glowing, fragile string binding me to someone I couldn’t see.

A string that hummed with a voice I fell instantly in love with.

A thread that filled me with warmth and want.

While that thread connected me to my destiny, I was content.

I could rest, heal, accept.

But when the string snuffed out.

When there was no touch, no hum, no light.

I floundered.

I was lonely.

I was afraid.

I missed her.