It was unbearably, unfathomably dark. I was trapped in a world of my own creation, a world without Reks, a world where I only saw myself throwing down the last flower on his grave over, and over, and over, and over--
It wasn't until I heard the low creak of the cage's door swinging open and the clinking of his shackles being unlocked that I opened my eyes.
It was still dark, but dim lights filtered from above, and all I could see was him, standing on his own for the first time in two years, and I thought that maybe my darkness was more comfortable after all.