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This was originally for the Valentine's Day competition. The information said to write about love, so I did. My character is 'Love', who stopped believing in itself long ago.

Edit: Oh my goodyness! Thank you to everyone who read this. I've never gotten anywhere in a competition before.... (:

Another edit: I'm now expanding this storyline, and I'm excited about where it's going to take us!


10. – Love

I am standing, or floating, in the middle of Nothing. I’m not sure which. I don’t know where Nothing is, or if I’m dead or alive, or if  it makes any difference. I try to remember how I got here, or how long I’ve been floating, but the details of my past are murky, like I’m trying to see the bottom of a muddy pool.

I would be scared, if I could be, because I've never been so alone and so helpless. My hair falls into my eyes, and I reach up to brush it away, but I can’t. With a start, I realize that, while I have the rest of my body, even my normal jeans and jumper, my hand has vanished. Gone. The place where it should be has been replaced by Nothing. In fact, as I’m staring at it, my arm seems to be getting more and more transparent, the tiny molecules that make up me drifting away.

Don’t think about it.

The whisper comes from around, above and below me, echoing inside my head. I can’t tell whether it belongs to a male or a female.

“Who’s there?” My voice comes out shaking, but it is still too loud for the silence pressing down on me.

Nothing. I used to be something, but now I’m Nothing.

“What’d you mean?” As I speak, I begin to feel more confident. If there’s one thing I cannot stand, it is being alone. Being with something, even if it is Nothing, makes me feel stronger.

I used to be an emotion… in the Time Before. But we got out of balance, and many of us were killed. Over time we… faded from human consciousness, and all but me… met a true death. Now I can feel myself… drifting…

 The whisper speaks as though every word is painful.

“The Time Before,” I mutter to myself. It rings a bell. Knowledge mentioned it once, I think. The Beginning, or the Time Before. Even Knowledge didn’t know much about it, only that it was a dangerous, evil time, when most modern emotions didn’t exist. If the whisper is telling the truth, and came from the Time Before, the world would have been a better place without it. “What emotion were you?” I say out loud, swallowing hard.

An emotion you… can no longer… comprehend. You cannot come back… from Nothing, Love. So try not to…let your consciousness… fade.... My will was stronger… than the others… But yours is… weak… Remember something… Remember something and me… and goodbye…

There is a faint woosh, a quiet bang, and a small window appears below me. I’m looking at my body, in the real world. The sight of my body gives me strength. As long as it is there, I still exist. Hate is crouched over me, bending forward so I can't see his face.

“Don’t die. I’m coming for you –”

The rest of his sentence is cut off because as suddenly as it appeared, the window vanishes, but it has done what it needed to do: seeing Hate always gives me strength.

So I close my eyes, summon up a memory to keep me from drifting, and I wait.

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