Anthea was never truly alone. She always had her lights, her colors and her wonderful, wonderful blurs. As long as she had her blurs, she could forget about the darkness. As long as there was light, she could sleep soundly and without fear. As long as she could open her eyes and banish the darkness, she was fine. She had her light, she had her blurs.
Then, one morning, she didn't.
Written for the kilala97 Fun Fact contest, inspired by Anthea Fact:Her worst fears are the dark and flying.
Cover art by kilala97