“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
Six-Word Sentences.– – accepting. (x)
The fear of darkness, oh, in such an incredulous world, who would not be afraid of the endless darkness? However, few take a hand of the real fear, the fear of the possible dangers kept within the pandora box that is the absolute lack of light, the length that suppresses the human vision to useless. Thomas was, somewhat, comfortable and familiar with such state, the absolute darkness crawling through the pale surface of a porcelain flesh, writing name after name, adding one after the other, a list invisible to the naked eye of any being, yet, somewhat comforting. The unknown, however, and the danger will always be something to fear, to tremble under the nonexistent shield of thin blankets and to creep through the sleepless nights of a messed up brain. Everyone craves for the constant presence of light, so pure and soothing … but not many are blessed with the freedom it comes with.
To push someone to the limit was something the young male wasn’t quite acute nor an expert at, though situations were absorbed and processed perhaps faster than a normal human brain would be able to, reason as to why slim rows of fingers were found coiling around the thin lines of the female’s wrist, and even though her fear to cross darkness was to the verge of glittering after his firm affirmation, it was clear that their presence had to be vaporized and completely erased from their current location. “Shut up already! I’m not going.” Her words were clear, exclaiming to the ears of whoever was within no more than a ten meters radius–that was the problem at the moment, taking in consideration the group of thugs tailing after the photographer’s track, especially with the female then involved into the situation. One way or another, they had to move. “If you don’t come, I cannot guarantee your safety.” It was a pit black that awaited for them ahead, the grip around the delicate wrist taking a tighter turn, her body yanked within the blindness.
No lights, no mental map–Thomas had pulled them into maybe even a dead end, but a dead end where they would be safe, where no eyes would scan their presence due to the city noises drowning their breaths. A hand was clasped over the female’s mouth in hopes of keeping any sort of unexpected reaction from breaking loose into the scene, screams of even the lack of air would most definitely give in their location. Step by step, that was the only way the male got to carry them both out of the darkness, out of the fears that enveloped their beings for the next bump could result in two corpses … thankfully, it didn’t. Light was found ahead after a ten minutes walk, slow, steady and cautious–just then was the photographer able to release the grip kept over the female, the only barrier keeping them from laying down in a bed of roses. “I apologize … but it was my obligation.”
