Two Eyes Cenote [m] claw & silt

"where to begin, eset," khusobek shot back, but there was no malice in his words, only weariness. surely she did not mean his small wounds, the ones already forgotten.

if she could not hold him in this moment — he pressed spine to wall and crumbled in slow pieces at her feet, eyes staring at nothing.

"i loved the wrong woman. i let her use me. now i have nothing to give a woman who loves me. inji — wants to marry, eset." his breath held in a sigh. "what happened to me was loss. i am empty. and she cannot see it."