The hollow emptiness would simply not go away. It persisted, all through the night, and whilst one may have thought it would disappear during the daytime, it was still there. Not quite so dramatically, nor quite so forcefully eating away at her soul, yet omnipresent just the same. Strengthening, as her thoughts grew darker with the nightfall.
In the middle of the night, it was terrifying. She was but a shivering shell, shaking with loss. She was devoid of emotion. She was devoid of all senses. There was only her and the pain, the pain that trembled through her. Her heart no longer pulsated as a heart, didn't send warm blood flowing through her veins. It was a dirty, metallic machine, encrusted with grime and dirt. It chugged and puffed as it worked, poisoning her slowly. It was black ooze that rushed through her veins, sloshing inside her, the oil to her rusting system. She survived only on the black ooze, leeched off it like an addict. There was no other direction to face. No other do