“I love you too, goodnight.”

The words still ring in my head, my heart throbbing with the memories.

Sweat trickles down my face as I cut through the thick vine blocking my path. Nothing can stop me now. As the sight ahead comes into view I stop dead in my tracks. I feel a slight smile climb onto my face as I’m flooded with relief. I go to move toward her before my mouth gapes open and my legs start to tremble. There she is, standing in the middle of the woods, looking right at me.

But something is wrong.

My hands still shaking and my feet frozen to the ground, it takes me a minute to gather my thoughts, and *really* look.

It’s the eyes. They aren’t quite right; too black. In fact, upon closer observation, I realise they are completely black. My heart sinks. I fall on my knees with the knife still in my tight grip. It feels like my soul has left my body. I feel empty.

She is gone. The demon inside has taken over and a dark thought is starting to creep in. I know what I have to do.

I somehow drag my body back up and straighten myself. I can’t look at her anymore; it’s too devastating. The black eyes are still staring at me and she is now slightly levitating, her hair blowing around in a blur of black strands.

Tears are streaming down my face, although I feel nothing. My heart is broken, to the point I can’t feel anymore. It’s so surreal, like it’s not actually happening right now. I look at her once more, but she is nowhere to be seen. It’s just a demon now, her soul is lost forever. All of a sudden, I am all too aware of the pain in my stomach, the bitter ache in my heart which now feels like it is on fire. But this isn’t the time to deal with emotions.

I stare back and slowly raise the knife...