Isaac remained there, prostrate, his body ravaged by sobs that shook him like a storm, his hands desperately searching for warmth, a sign, a trace of her presence. But all he found was absence a bottomless chasm that expanded within his chest, a void that devoured everything in its path, leaving a glacial cold in its wake.
Time a measure now devoid of meaning passed without him noticing. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes perhaps into hours. He no longer knew. He didn't want to know. His mind was fractured, his heart bleeding dry, and all he could do was cry.
Cry for her.Cry for her unfinished dreams.Cry for the life he had failed to protect despite all his promises.
And then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, something changed.
The pain was still there burning, omnipresent. But beneath that suffering, something else began to emerge a cold flame, a restrained rage, a new determination.
