Swiftcurrent Creek your kiss, my cheek—i watched you leave

Eshe was limp in his embrace, her expression impassive as he spoke of dreams and how she deserved the world—when she knew that was far from the truth. She felt herself grow colder by the minute; his pleas were like nails on a chalkboard.

I don’t know how I can achieve my dreams when a part of it is right here, she pulled back, looking at his face, her voice allowing some sadness to shine through. I want a happy family, Akavir … a husband, children—all of it. We’ve both made sacrifices for this, whatever this was, to get to where we are now. I can’t just throw that away because I want something. How could she? We’ve put time and effort and love into this, and I can’t give it up that easily. I won’t.