Void.

What is it like to be loved? Can someone tell me, or better yet show me what it is like? For I cannot remember the feeling of love as it coursed through my veins. It has fled these halls, and avoided them like a disease. The sun no longer rises, and the sun no longer sets. Life is turned grey, empty, void of warmth. I crawl through this wasteland, not a shred of hope in sight, abandoned and left for dead on the side of the road. I beg for an answer, a ladder with which I can crawl from this hole. But none comes. Only silence, and blank faced expressions. My happiness was annihilated a long time ago, and with it so did the love in my heart.