Hope

Darkness.


Everywhere she looks, it's there. Enveloping her senses, threatening to smother her.


The cold, creeping up on her when she least expects it.

And the loneliness, engulfing her as she lies awake at night, overwhelming her until she's in tears, wishing for someone, anyone, to be there.

She can't take this, but there's no way out. No way out but death.

And that possibility is looking pretty good to her now.

She grasps the knife, her hand trembling, and brings it to her chest.

But something stops her, and she drops it.
Because she knows the sun will come out someday.

And that's the only thing that keeps her alive.

No matter how long it takes, everything will become alright.