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i just want to love him.
the words puncture zaahira right in the heart, a stab with a dull, serrated knife. i just want to love him.
i do know, she breathes. i think that he will surprise you. and i hope very much that i am wrong in my assumptions.
all is quiet for a long while as the jodai picks the pieces of herself from off the floor. her gaze holds a sullen mistiness as a shudder runs from skull to tail.
may the gods keep watch over you, inji, she rubs at her nose with a wrist. and if you are to become a wife, i pray you will be happy.
she would not be the one to dismiss her. at some point, inji will leave, carry out her duties; and at that same time, zaahira could be found clutching the dried petals of a blue lotus to her chest while the gods sing her lullabies.