Overture Downs Shattered, I will capture you, so run

Her memories were cockeyed. She remembered Ophelia as a dazed little creature.


The sight of tears in her eyes was familiar, in a sick and twisted way. It made her stomach curdle, twisting like a fist had formed around her gut. Win swallowed back bile, staring at her sister for a minute, before sighing a breath out through her nose.

It feels like it’s breathing on your heels, red hot. Like you’re a deer being hunted by an entire pack of hounds. Always looking over your shoulder, trying to outrun something that feels inevitable. Her smile had become something bitter, like already cracked glass.

You’re not the only one the Gilded Sea hurt, sister mine.