Monica Hamilton was surrounded by nothing but gross darkness. She could hear the faint noises unintelligibly muttering in the darkness. She heard in her head, his voice beckoning on her, calling her name, begging her to take his hand.
Bruno.
He was calling with his husky voice, begging her to return. She wanted to return to him. She longed to see his face even though it was for the last time. She was willing to apologize for leaving. To even think of wanting to break their bond.
As soon as she thought to turn back, to trace his voice in the darkness, to find him, to enclose him in a tight embrace. She was pulled right out of the darkness.
Her eyes came abruptly open. Her vision was blurry at the visit before it adjusted to accommodate the light in the room. She blinked repeatedly, feel
