Chapter Twenty-Six

Dark Trance

Pain. Unmistakeable, unbearable pain.

This was how Savannah knew she was awake.

She felt the misery kick in.

She wished with all her heart that she could fall into a deep sleep for the rest of her days.

Because what's the point when she'd lost the person she thought she'd die with.

She tried to block out every memory of him, to forget that Leon Thompson ever existed so she could be relieved from this unbearable pain.

But it only hurt more.

Everything she seemed to do hurt.

It was as if her heart was being stabbed repetitively by an invisible blade.

The more she thought about him, the harder she'd get stabbed.

The more she tried to forget about him, the more her heart would bleed.

All she saw was blackness, all she felt was blackness.

And she couldn't escape it, except for sleeping.

Because living a life without Leon, is a life Savannah didn't want.

She tried to overcome these feelings, but the weight of her loss pulled her down further into the dark hole she was trying to escape.

Every time she tried to approach the very dim light at the end of the tunnel, pain and misery blacked it out.

If she could see Leon one more time.

Have one last conversation with him.

One last touch.

It was all she wanted.

But that was an impossible prospect.

Weak and deflated, Savannah's eyes rolled to the back of her head, she slipped into unconsciousness.

Away from pain and into numbness.