...not much to say about this one, besides OMG TEH ANGST. But I do like the description.
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Misery
When Naminé finally did sense the darkness, she wished she hadn't. It rolled over her in thick, nasty waves, weighing her limbs down and slowing her mind to a painful crawl. It choked her, black tendrils wrapping around her body and never letting go.
"Jasmine…" She gasped out, looking at her mentor, "I can feel it now…"
Jasmine nodded curtly. "Yes. It's close, and I fear that whatever being that controls this darkness is after us."
"Why us?" Naminé asked, shaking her head, trying to block out the darkness threatening to swallow her heart. She felt it; always present, always waiting, gluttonous and malicious.
Jasmine bit her lip. "I…don't know."
They fell into a short silence, but Naminé soon broke it.
"Jasmine…I don't like this feeling."
"I know, Naminé. Neither do I."
This darkness…it felt like pure misery. Naminé hated it, but she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.
