Just
a short piece of fiction I wrote, as I wondered what would be of Will
if the Dark had won. Sorry, it isn't beta-ed, so please tell me if
you see any error.. – Akari
EDIT: Sam Davidson was kind
enough to offer some corrections. Thank you very much!
Alone in the Dark
He's alone now. It hurts. It hurts so much he thinks he cannot bear the pain. Everything he cared about was gone a long time ago, and all he can remember are names. Bran, Merriman, Jane. Will can't recall who they were, but thinking about those names makes he shiver and cry, and feel a sadness that breaks his soul.
Sometimes in his better days, when he puts his arms around his curled legs to comfort himself, he can pretend he feels a bit of human warmth. But the truth is that his body is cold now, and he can't feel his hands, and all he knows is numbness. But that doesn't bother him, for being numb and cold is better than being sorry for himself, swallowed in guilt and self pity, consumed by the confused memories he can't recall as his own. In those days he sees the shadows moving around, cradling him gently and tempting him into the darkness. It whispers a bittersweet melody in his ears and its lips caress his face like a gentle lover. He knows he shouldn't believe in the Dark, because the Dark was what took all from him. But still, the Dark is the only company he has. And it transforms the boy, making him forget the painful memories.
So he keeps hiding in the darkness, until he, slowly, becomes nothing.