Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

Her sourness did not wither when the soft apology was given. He admitted his faults, and yet still she did not forgive him. Never had Widower forgiven another easily, and she would not start now.

They will never grow dull. She seethed, flashing her teeth a second time for proof. Now he had felt them and seen them, so that he may never forget it.