chapter eighty-two: november's version

[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ]

NOVEMBER’S P.O.V—

I thought I had died.

Or no. I did die.

I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity.

It felt scary. It felt terrifying.

Death. That is another thing it felt like.

I could not call out for help. I could feel myself falling out of the living world; dissociating from my body— the living body. And it was like I was falling into the darkness; the darkness that has been calling out to me for so long; the darkness that I had been trying so hard to resist. In simpler terms, I could feel myself dying. And no one was coming to resurrect me this time.

I had swung my arms and legs, trying my best to hold onto life. But I kept missing it each time I swung an arm. I could not grasp onto anything for dear life –there was