Forgotten

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Sansa felt her soul age a thousand years.

There was no way to describe the experience.

She could not wish for death because she was in death. Over and over. It was received to her- each time in a new and horrifying way.

She was given no relief. No peace. No stop to the horror.

Soon she forgot the world that surrounded her.

She forgot that she had a name.

She forgot that she had a body that she existed in.

And she forgot her purpose. Her journey.

Pain was the consuming thought in mind. It was a flame- the heat overwhelming and suffocating, choking out any other rational thinking.

She had no energy or power to consider the female that had put her there or the reason she had volunteered herself in the first place.

There was no time. There was no rest. There was no tranquility.

It was infinity stretched into infinity that Sansa had to look forward to- no escape. The only way to survive such an ordeal was to give in. Give in. Give in to the pain and let it consume.

And then she blinked.

The world was at her hands again. There was touch and light and sound.

Slowly, her senses came back and the horror was a memory.

She blinked.

Her name was on her lips but not in the forefront of her mind. Hands pulled her up and she looked to see a male before her.

He gazed at her with sad eyes, those broken eyes that she had remembered from so long ago. It was so long. Years. Forever. It had been eternity since she had seen those eyes.

She began to cry. Another person. How long had it been since she had seen another person?

The male's gaze held even more sorrow as he took her in. The blue, green, and brown swirled together to leave a mixture of the forest. The memory of it slowly came back to her as she was reminded of a world she had left behind.

"It's over," he whispered, bringing her closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her frame. She shivered from the contact, finding comfort in warmth instead of pain.

"It's over," he said again.

His words prompted her mind to speak their own. The first question that was on her lips- the first rational thought that came to her as her eyes darted around the now empty room.

"Night?"

The male pulled back, and that look of wonder that she had seen from him so long ago was there again on his face.

"He's safe."

"Where?"

The male only stared down at Sansa, his head tilted in a curious way as he took her in. "Not here. But safe."

Sansa swallowed nervously, realizing her whole body was shaking still, "that female...."

"Gone."

Sansa's eyes flashed up to the male in surprise.

His gaze didn't leave her though as that look of hatred- but something new- came to him. "I killed her."

Sansa felt her body turn cold as he admitted this truth, his hands still holding her.

There was a moment of silence between them. He continued to watch her. Continued to take her in.

"You need to leave."