Two Eyes Cenote rosemary

she almost laughs, then, at the comment; instead, there is a soft flicker of reflection. They listen to me when no one else will.
They keep me sane.
crushing another berry between her molars, she blinks away the haze of tears and exhales a shaky breath. she gazes upon the stalwart young girl and finds herself thinking that khusobek truly does not know how lucky he is. oh, to be so simple again — to be so young and carefree and oblivious to what love does to a person.
may i ask you something, inji?