Starglow Basin corazon

his presence doesn't go unnoticed by her, though she is still surprised to see the patrón at her side, watching, gawking even, from his position. she turns only slightly to face him.

soto. she didn't care about soto. there'd been something wrong with him, deranged—

not that her opinion mattered. it never did.

and you? she'd ask with the cold breeze lingering around them. it filtered as a vacuum, devoiding her of her most futile senses.