Chapter Forty-One
Adam
Nothing.
Black, eerie, nothing.
I thought when I died it’d be different. I’d see something. Feel something. Maybe the flames of hell or the screams from the death dungeons that’d keep me prisoner for all eternity. But not this. I’d never expected this mind-numbing, gut-wrenching silence.
I couldn’t feel, couldn’t hear, couldn’t see a thing. But inside my soul there was an ache. An ache that was so unbearably sharp it made me want to tear myself to pieces just to be free from it.
Maybe this was my hell? Being here forever, left with the gnawing pain of what I’d done. I’d left her behind to face him on her own. She was alone, and all I could do now was pray the others got to her in time. Protected her better than I had. I’d failed her. And that was what I had to cope with for all eternity. The hell of knowing I’d left her, lost her, abandoned her to the devil himself.
The only person I’d ever truly loved in my whole pitiful life.
My reason to breath and my nightmare to regret for all time. My heaven and my hell.
My Olivia.