In My Darkest Hour Meaning Novels & Stories

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My vision was slowly turning dark until it was completely dark and I suddenly felt numb as if this was all just a dream. “I’m sorry it had to go down this way,” was the last thing I heard as darkness embraced me with welcoming arms.

After this laughter, they all become the most miserable persons in this whole city. They want to make Emily ruins but now they all going to become a laughing stock in the whole city.

"But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." ― Joseph Conrad, ~ Darkness. It could be Wickedness or evil, or Unhappiness or gloom, or the basic meaning, the partial or total absence of light (Dictionary).

When the sun is covered and light has gone, darkness took over, that time when darkness rule is the time you are doomed. But for me what was darkness? The black color? Or the person who swallows others' happiness? I would say for me I was the darkness, the one who was putting everyone in danger. The darkness with a crown of doom, destined to gulp others peace just like a glass of water leaving them empty. "You belong to me, every inch of your powers is to serve me. You can't do anything to stop me from taking what's mine." The deep voice said.

The one person I had thought might come to our rescue had abandoned us in our darkest hour. What would happen now?

☆☆☆ (Alex's POV) It is only in our darkest hours that we may discover the true strength of the brilliant light within ourselves that can never, ever, be dimmed." ●●● Darkenes filled the place I was currently in. How did I end up here I thought for a second. I don't understand how things came to this. My eyelids were closed shut. The smell of tablets, injections and all that mediacl clinical filled my nostrils and that's when it sank in. I must be in a hospital.

Right? As hours turned into days, the darkness enveloped me like a suffocating shroud, each passing moment heavier than the last. I remained a beacon of strength amidst our shared despair, my slow breath a reminder that I wasn’t not entirely lost. Days blurred into nights, marked only by the rhythm of my breaths echoing off the cold walls.

He whispered in my ear, rubbing my back. I opened my eyes slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I looked at him, waiting for him to tell me why he woke me up. “Silly girl, don't look at me. Look at the sky.” He whispered softly, patting my butt. Sighing, I looked at the sky and my jaw fell open. They say that the darkest hour of the night is when it's closer to dawn. It was the right saying.

And darkness—darkness that loomed on the horizon, threatening to engulf me. And the darkness was Cazz—his deepest soul. I reached for him again and again, pleading, screaming, begging for him to stop, to return to me, to refuse this—then, as if I’d stood on the edge of a cliff and the earth had suddenly given way under my feet, I found myself tumbling into that pit, that dark, whistling chasm inside him. Flailing, screaming, rocked with pain…