Two Eyes Cenote nymph, then a virgin

it shocked zaahira how swiftly her efforts had been crumbled and sent scattered in the wind. eset tears herself away so viscerally, so angrily, so —
the apologetic hurt rolls onto the mazoi's features in one swoop. eset, she wanted to reach for her, longed to, and yet she did not; could not, not again. eset had already done as she had asked, and she would will no more from her. that is not-- not at all what i had meant. her words come softly as salt yet again pours, scalding, from her eyes.
you do not have to be either of those things! i-i thought-- i do not know. i only wanted to offer you an easy out. you do not have to-- to love me, to ever return the affection i have for you. i only,
i only wish it were simpler.
i only wish you knew what it took for me to open myself to you.
crumbling, crumpling, zaahira's knees buckle as a torn, lonely cry shreds her vocal chords. please do not go.