Eyes closed, body completely laid out against the bed, it all entered her mind; the pictures. At first it was just dark, but not that kind of normal dark just anyone sees when they close eyes. No, this was a deeper darkness. A darker darkness.... The kind of darkness induced by cruel, unyielding pain. Then it happened. The tidings of their love entered her mind in the forms of pictures. You know, the one where the guy looks incredibly attractive with his arms around her while she looks beyond happy; the magic in her eyes. Yeah, that kind of happy, those kinds of pictures. She saw the tradegy play out in her head. How love went from gratifying to cruel in one, swift, apathetic motion. With that, she couldn't take it, her eyes shot open almost involuntarily. She looked up for help. "My help comes from the Lord Who made heaven and earth(Psalms 121:1). Jesus is love." She whispered, instantly becoming stronger than the false love she fought.
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