【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(21)

I see light returning. But it's… blue. A blue flame, present just in front of my eye, with a dark circle in its centre. The fire is bright but doesn't seem to light the cave any further than the air around it. My hand seems to lift itself up, being carried on nothing, until it finds the owner of the voice. The hand is just like dry rocks, cold, hard, and infrequent. There's no soft skin running over them, just cold, hard, bone.
"say kid," The voice says, "what are you doing here anyway?" Trembling after having been silent for so long, I try to draw my lips open, as heavy as they feel.