“She promised me that she would always be there—whenever I needed her, no matter what. She said she wouldn’t let me fall into this darkness, and that she would always be my light. But now, here I am, swallowed whole by that very darkness, and it feels so much colder without her. It’s ironic, really. The one person I needed the most, the one person who could have pulled me out of this hell, is the reason I’m in this place at all.” LossDarknessLonelinessEmotionalTrustDespairHeartbreakBetrayalIronyIntrospection Book:The End of the Spring: Because some Love Stories transcend time Source: The End of the Spring: Because some Love Stories transcend time