I have always been a lover of darkness. People often avoid darkness; they fear what lies in it and what they cannot see. But without darkness, we would never know light. And that’s why I was drawn to her.
She would always come out when the world was quiet. At times during my dreams, but mostly when the world was still - when no one else could hear us. At first she did not speak. She kept to herself, it seemed like she was in a dream world, or could see ghosts that I could not see. I would follow her around, observing her movements, her ticks, her discomforts. They seemed foreign yet familiar. She would often appear with new wounds, on her knees, feet and arms. But with time I noticed that ...