Alpha Nick
It’s like I’m trapped inside myself, screaming for help with no way to be heard.
“Come on, Mariah,” I urge myself. “You’re stronger than this. You’ve survived too much to give up now.”
But then… something shifts.
A warmth.
Soft. Gentle. Familiar.
It starts as a faint glow, barely noticeable in the vast emptiness, but it grows—slowly at first, then stronger. It’s not harsh or blinding, but warm and comforting, like sunlight breaking through the clouds after a storm.
“What is that?”
The warmth surrounds me, wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. It’s soothing, easing the ache in my heart and calming the storm inside me. And then… I feel it.