As the nighttime air covers the skies, my mind starts to wonder and think about things that plague me: Why did this happen? Why did they say goodbye so abruptly? It's been a year since they've been gone and the death of our friendship still haunts me like a demon haunts a soul. "Let it go," they all say. "It's not worth it." But when this entity that you care about and have cared about for so long is in trouble it is impossible to let it go...especially when looking at them is like looking in a mirror. You know they are in agony and auffering but they are so close yet so far away. They are just out of your reach and those stabbing feelings are unbearable.

The Witching Hour fades as the sun peaks over the horizon. The plague disappears for awhile but like the pain the entity feels....it will be back.