Midnight.

Midnight blurts out my name, as though remembering my face and attire from somewhere or some place. It only hunts in the night and is rarely successful in its attempts, but when it does, it will render the prey defenceless against its lashing claws that rips out the human heart and view it under the blue light, looking through the user's past and present while inserting deadly formulas of nostalgia into it.

I am the prey now. As Midnight is beside me now, I cannot help but think of the past. That small fragment of memory I keep in my heart for these past two years and three months. This small feeling of nostalgia that injected my heart right now is turning my mind red, for I see only of that colour whenever I view it. 

To exorcise this memory, I tried my best. Attempts are made, but none are successful. Midnight declares itself as a part of me, only coming out of that shell that is my heart when it is at midnight. Not taken in by my words, it burns a hole in my heart and inserts that damned fragment into it. The only way to vanquish it is to rip out my heart as Midnight did, and burn it.

I failed.

I am now but a broken shell of myself, trying ways to please Midnight and its claws that terrifies me. The memories haunt me till today, and I blame myself for inviting the memory inside my heart, for it made a deal with me. In exchange of reliving this memory, I will need to experience the one power that all living things wish they do not have the emotions to feel it at all: Guilt. Guilt of being who I was. Guilt of being what I had become after that. Guilt of me almost ruining another person's life.

Today, the day before the Day itself, I will burn Midnight. Oh yes, the memories that haunt me for these past few years shall be gone be tonight, for I am now done living in the past. The tunnel of light is several steps away, and the road behind me has officially closed down, signifying the end of my journey as a Midnight junkie.

Goodbye, Midnight, for today, I bid you farewell.