When she awoke from the coil time didn't wait for her.
It just watched her whimper as it crushed her ego, cracking her just enough to reach inside.

He whispered as she was divided, "This will make you remember that I am a part of you. Every cell is marked by my name. You can't ever leave me. I'm all you have."

When he released her she could feel his wet hair run through her fingers as she descended into the darkness.
His face, distorted by the distance, faded into the night.
She was alone.
Yet she could feel him inside her.
The feeling was comforting and familiar but his presence scared her.
She knew he was still there, watching her.
Just out of the light.
Waiting.

She would find herself reaching out to others, taking small pieces of them as mementos.
These are things she felt were important, the things that make these people significant.
Every aspect of her being was composed of others.
Her arms grew stronger with every embrace, her lips fuller with every kiss.

She would lead them to him.
Watching as his hands reached out to pull them away, their essence consumed and nothing remained.
She would fantasize what it was like to feel his hands on her body, penetrating her and draining her into nothing.
But time did pass.

They fell into one another at first glance, their fingers intertwined as they walked.
This wasn't what she was used to, but from here on things wouldn't be the same.
And even though the longing lingered, for once in her life she forgot about him.

After the dust had settled and everyone had moved on once again she was alone, and she only had herself to blame.
If she had embraced her feelings when they called to her maybe she wouldn't of taken in so many of the things she later grew to hate.

And maybe it was time to change.
So she closed her eyes, pushed out every aspect of everyone she'd taken in back into a world she had never asked to be a part of.

She could feel him in the room with her.
Her eyes darted around searching for movement in the darkness frantic and confused.
Her breathing became fast and shallow as her eyes welled with tears.
He was here, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She was scared.

Scared of all the things she would be leaving.
Scared of how she would be treated.
Scared of what she had done.

And as the room grew dim she could feel his hand reach out to her.
Touching her in a way that was comforting and familiar.

She was leaving.

As he picked her up he pushed his cheek to hers.

"From here there is nothing, just as it was before."