Logan's POV
I'm floating in the most comfortable abyss in the universe.
Perfectly weightless, like gravity is nothing but an afterthought and I've been released from the heaviness of mortality. From pressure. From expectations.
My pain is gone. The ache in my shoulder, the constant thrum in my head, the bite of regret behind my eyes, all vanished into nothing. There is simply... peace. It's dark but warm. Empty in a nice way. Like a velvet shroud wrapped around my limbs. I can't remember the last time I felt so calm. So still.
Death doesn't feel half bad, to be honest.
Why the hell has everyone been so damn afraid of it?
I let myself drift. Allow myself to relax into the nothingness. No one is asking anything of me here. There is no Council. No Caleb. No blood or broken glass. I am free and the nothingness consumes me like a hungry lover.
For a little while.
It's all broken down when I hear the soft sobbing, loud in the silence.
I shift in the abyss.
