Cold. There was nothing but the frigid wind fluttering through the empty fields that stretch before her. Above shone no sun, no warmth that eased the shivers that shot up her spine as she moved forward. It took her all at once- how she couldn’t feel her heartbeat, how she screamed and no sound came out. There was only the overwhelming feeling of loss and loneliness that sat in the cavern of her chest, infecting every fiber of her being. The black sky reached down, clocked in mourning. You’re alone. You’re gone.... It was a single voice, a cry that woke her up, a boy’s melody singing the name “Eurydice!”

Pain tore her awake, the vision lingering overhead as she looked down at a broken glass, blood staining the skin of her hand. It’d happened again. Another nightmare that felt too real, holding her conscience in its hand as she tried to steady her breathing to no avail. The confused patrons of the Cabaret looked at the waitress, yet she couldn’t see them. Just panic, blurry vision causing her to tear through the bar towards the exit. Eurydice. The word spun around in the foreground of her mind like unshakable truth. What was happening to her?

When she found herself at Brantley’s building- against every fiber of her independent being- her finger hovered above his apartment button. Adara was far from a stranger when it came to hopelessness, to despair…. To an everchanging wind. Yet the kind of fear that held her close was something different entirely. For once, she didn’t know how to shake it off, desolation inching forward without hesitation. Each call she tried to put through went missed, pure adrenaline barreling through her veins as she heard Brantley’s door click open. “I’m sorry-“  The syllables spilled out as Adara clutched her hand, shirt gently colored crimson. What am I doing, he’s going to think I’m insane.... “Tyson didn’t pick up- I wasn’t sure where to go.”