Another one-word and open-ended prompt! What comes to your mind when you think of the word "forlorn"? As always, I hope you enjoy and happy writing.!

Sylin knew pain. She knew heartache, and bone-ache. She understood what it felt like to beg for death, because it was so gentle and kind, whereas life was nothing but agony.

She knew the void that opened up in one's soul when they stopped feeling.

Even when she looked back upon the faces that abandoned her, she only remembered faints smears of faces.

Nothing hurt her anymore because she was in a constant pain deep enough to make the average person buckle.

Sylin didn't cling to hope. She didn't cling to anything. None of it mattered anyway.

Nobody cared enough to find her. No one cared about a blood-sucking demon like her.

And she was okay with that.