Pitch Black

(本来只想随便写写，算是习作。写到最后故事还算完整，尽管短了点。修改中，欢迎指正！）

When the last light faded away, when the darkness climbed into the room, Jude knew the night began. The real night, the night of his own life. He did not know or evenwonder how long this night would last, it did not matter any more. He would live in this darkness anyway, until the death overtakes him. To be or not to be, was not a question, not any more.

This darkness was just like hell to Jude, exactly. From his heart nameless fear spread millions of tongues licked his body, his nerve, even his soul.

Jude felt there was a ghost behind him. He knew that was not true, but at the same time he could feel her so real. Yes, her. It was a female ghost, long hair, long robe, white skin, and beautiful maybe, if beauty still meant anything to Jude.

Jude did not move. Even if he could feel her blood dropped on his shoulders from those two beautiful eyes, he did not move. He knew everywhere he went, that kind of feeling would follow him, and that just would made his situation worse.

Yes, the darkness was equal to hell to Jude. And that was the only reason he did not commit suicide. What was the difference, anyway? He took a deep breath. Breath was good, breath was fabulous, breath was the only difference. Or maybe the smell, too. Wait a minute, what kind of smell is this?

Rose? No.

Orchid? No.

Lily? Possible……No, definitely not.

Vanilla? Vanilla. Vanilla it is. But that was strange. Referring to Jude’s vague memory, there was no any plant within 2 miles, plus it was not the right season. Then where did the smell come from? Suddenly something confirmed and strengthened Jude’s fear. If IT IS vanilla, it must came from that ghost behind him. Jude felt a chilly feeling past through his back. Vanilla is the smell of the long hair, the long robe, the white skin……

But vanilla smelled familiar to Jude’s exhausted soul.

Vanilla……Vanilla……

VANILLA!

A lightning struck Jude from top down. The fear took its tongues back rapidly, but more hands of sorrow held out, caught Jude’s soul eagerly, tore it pieces. IT IS Vanilla. And if it is VANILLA, it must come from ……

Turning back, Jude still could not see anything. In this complete darkness, he was as blind as a blind person. Hopefully, he murmured, “Is that you, C…Cin…Cindy? ”

“Yeah…Yes, it’s me, Jude.” A female was whispering, and choked with sobs.

Jude’s pieces of soul got back together and relived, feeling enormous pain simultaneously. All of his memory was coming back, as flood poured into his heart.

Wedding…Ring…Oath…Journey…Car…Accident…

“Sorry, honey, sorry. I had promised to God that I would protect you forever. And I had promised to you that I would not drive fast anymore. Sorry, I’m so sorry. ”

“Not your fault, my dear, not your fault. ”

“I had forgotten everything after that accident, I even did not know why I came here.”

“But still, you remember me, honey.”

“No, just your smell reminded me your name. and your name reminded me everything. Now I even remember the moment, when you closed your eyes, it just like the last light of my life had gone out. God! Now I know why I am here. Without you, everywhere is dark to me.”