Two Eyes Cenote [ap] Honey, we should run away, someday.

you asked me what i wanted. her voice is cold, she is tired.

the man could say anything, do anything, choose any path. his counsel was biased; he would never understand the deeper pain that nazli carried as woman.

more than anything, i would be a mother; i would be loved by my husband and my children, and they would never know the same pain. she had a piece of that now as sesh or hemet, where she would never be used by a man again.

but to get here, she forfeited the rest.

so i say, it does not matter what i want, what i deserve. i cannot have it.