I wasn't sure when we first met.
This was an ominous notion that often frightened me in the late hourse of the night when all manner of terrible thought tended to strike. I wasn't sure when we first met, and I did not know how long you had watched me for; if it were for all my life, or just the short, scattered moments you allowed me to be privy to your existence. I did not know when we had first met, and I did not know if you had always been thereā¦
A part of my soul long before I knew to keep you out.
-S.C.B. on Darkness.
