Black Morass cus i’m heartless

Of course she needed it, of course she wanted it, she leaned into a pristine, marble-silver shoulder; unraveling.

She didn't look back once she'd spat her venom, wouldn't look back. Wouldn't look at them, at him. Soon they were swallowed by the fog, and their figures became memory, instead of flesh and blood. When it was quiet, she followed the reverend mother further into the abyss, breaking further as they put more distance between them.

She hoped he did visit, beneath it all.