Day or night, trapped or free, breathe in or breathe out; nothing mattered. There was no joy, no sadness, no anything, only existence. Bethany and I just "were", and I couldn"t help but hope it wouldn"t be for much longer.
were"He, I no longer thought of him as someone deserving of a name, had finally brought more food and water. It was just enough to keep us alive; to keep us suffering for a while longer. It was a cruel amount. And while the thought of not eating crossed my mind, my body"s will for survival was still strong. Food managed to find its way into my mouth.
He,He had wandered into our space, and though he tried to ask his questions about what we remembered, we didn"t answer. We had returned to our previous state of silence. We watched with unblinking eyes as he placed a bag o
