Bliss.
That’s what it was.
That’s what I felt.
At first, I didn’t know what it was, this never ending feeling of joy and calm, but that’s what it was.
Bliss.
As impossible as it was, I felt utterly blissful, and in all my life I don’t think I’ve ever felt it before nor did I think it was a possibility for me. Years of pain, fear, grief, anger and hate. Years of darkness, of torture. I knew nothing else but that. All I held onto was that. I was bitter, and I was but a shell of myself, hungry for revenge like my mother who had lost it all, including herself.
But no more.
I’ve made it.
I’ve survived through it.
I was happy. I was actually at peace.
I was free.
With Damienne, with her by my side, it felt like I could do anything and be anything. I was starting to enjoy things. I
