I was there. In the dark, surrounded by darkness. I was searching for myself. I found her in the dark. I saw nothing but myself in the dark. I asked her what she was doing there and she asked me to go away. I didn’t want to leave her alone. She was in pain; I didn’t want to leave her by herself. She was peeling her skin and crying in the dark. She wanted to find her heart. She wanted to hold her warm heart in her cold hands. She wanted to feel it beat in the palm of her hand. I helped her find her heart. But, she was heartless. She lost her heart in the dark long ago. I covered her with her skin and ripped out my heart and put it in her hands. She wasn’t alone. She had my heart. Now, I am heartless. My heart is with myself, in her cold palms, under her peeled skin. Now she will search no more. Now, she could rest in peace, in the dark.