I told her not to do it, but she didn’t listen. She did it anyway. Against my own will. Mountains upon mountains of pressure threatened to rip the pit of her stomach, to rip open the disgusting truth. She typed these sickly words on the keys and cried as the depressing piano music drifted across the room. Her very presence exemplified the epitome of shame. Her moral compass had once again lead her heart to the depth of darkness. She sank deeper and deeper in the infinite darkness. She longed for hope that perched in the soul and sang the tune without words. But she was sure that this was worse than chilling lands Emily encountered.    