Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

Exacting her voice, and fatal. The hebsut shrinks, weakening arms bound tightly in penitence, her eyes black, half-opened, fixed in an unknown direction where love is dead.

“Yes,” she confesses, silent and solemnly, finding in it none of the affecting power Qiao weaves with her words. For her eyes had been opened to what peace life could bring, and now her arms grip around emptiness, being told that to try again was lethal.

“Yes,” she repeats through tears and wracking sobs. Eset felt her heart had shattered into a thousand broken pieces.

She wanted only the reverse of sensation now. To feel nothing at all.