Walk of Purgatory [6]

"*******, are you there?"

"Hm…"

"*******, wake up!"

The eyelids that remained closed started to flutter open. Consciousness began returning to that mind. 

"*******!"

Whooosh!

A breeze came through the window along with rays of radiant sunshine. Those eyes wanted to stay closed so badly, but the world itself seemed to tempt them open.

And that voice…

Who did that voice belong to?

His eyes shot open. The first thing he saw was the translucent silk of the drapes flowing in the wind. The sun glared his vision, forcing him to bring his hand up to liberate himself from its light. 

"Who is it?"

The voice that came out of his throat was deep and raspy. He knew he sounded different after resting his voice for some time, but it had never reached this extent.

Was this even still him?

'No, in the first place…where am I?'

He wasn't supposed to be in such a beautiful place. This kind of peace and quiet was…