Eloa couldn't breath, it felt as if someone was choking her. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save her. But no one would, no one was there. A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt a drop run down her cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the road for her. Once again fear found her. It spoke to her in its cackling voice. It told her legs to go weak, her stomach to lurch and her heart to ache. Her mother once told her that there was nothing to fear but fear itself, but still she could not silence its voice.
I have imagined holding you so many times, but now more often that not I find the future I seek is an empty shell. Things have changed so much, so fast, I worry that I won't be able to control the e
