Innermost.

There's an ache in the pit of my stomach and in the hollows of my chest whenever I think of you. When I see your face my heart is filled with sorrow.

I'm revisiting places I'd never dared to look back at. But as I dip further into this bottomless pool of misfortune I can get a glimpse of what I once had.

I'll wait here for a raft to pull me back to the surface for it's far too cold at the bottom of this well. I am too weak by myself to climb for the walls are far too steep.