Then Charlie began to understand despair. Despair, the murky black figure who drowned so many. The insidious parasite that seeps into the hearts of people, warps and contorts them, and never leaves. Why would she leave her gracious host , and how would one purge them self of her? She lurks in her dank grotto that used to radiate health and joy. Lurks and silently reaches out to corrupt the world with her slimy fingers, spreading her filth to the people. Had started out a trickle and grew to flood the whole human race. He expected to find a putrid puddle signaling her arrival any time. He was worried and helpless as well. Oh Aurora! She did not deserve this grisly future. He tried to vanquish Despair, but she had already consumed Aurora's heart. The doctors tried to save her, but hers was not a physical illness. She would get better when she dislodged Despair's tentacles. Bliss would once again light up her face. That was what he told her. But he knew the reality was different. And even if he had believed his lies, the coming days would paint the gruesome picture for him, with her emaciation and the anguish in her eyes. Dark feelings the once blessed girl had never felt before welled up and rotted away any sense of hope that had remained flitting feebly in the back of her mind. Easily corroded the survivors. Gossip, the stinking bog, had claimed another victim.
I decided to use a lot of water and sewage language, because for me, despair is watery (that sinking feeling) and gross in an unhealthy way. I made the girl's name Aurora because that seems firey and she is getting beaten by water.
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