Blackfeather Woods It used to feel like a fairy tail, now it seems we were just pretending

She didn't dare to think she'd find him in this state, but here he was. He smelled of feces, but Nyx did not move away. She was entranced with the disaster that was presented to her. Ripped at every edge - a masterpiece of awful. Damien... She whispered, wanting to touch him but deciding not to. Every moment here was unreal - at least, they felt like it, but it probably was true for him.

Damien, it is me; Nyx... She nearly pleaded, brows knitting together in a sad frown. Look at me... Another plea. She needed to see those white eyes to determine whether any of this would even be heard by him. She needed to see him understand. Her decisions would not be betrayal, never, it was only the most logical step to take.