“Threats”

“Light!” I dashed out of my room like a crazy person in a flash. I couldn't believe what was going on. I only had to look away for a fraction of a second, and my Light was gone.

I rampaged through the entire building like a herd of angry elephants, screaming his name as if by some miracle he would hear my call, understand what it meant, and respond to his terrified mother.

“Who took my baby?! “Yelling into the air seemed pointless, but I did it anyway. “He couldn't have waltzed out of his curt on his own! For crying out loud, he's only a month old! ” I yelled helplessly. It's not surprising that no one responded.

Since the day I lost my little Peter, the guilt and pain that arose as a result of my selfish and stupid act of fleeing alone had never let up in its noble quest to torture my mind and soul every single day. When I learned of his disappearance, a part of me died. I simply couldn't afford to lose my beautiful Light, I did die this time, completely out of sorrow.