( in a moment of incidental karma, alina lapses into the same stunted heartbeat of silence. prophecy seems a divine gift, until you've glimpsed it through your own two eyes, without the rose-colored tinge to soften it — but it's almost soothing, that knowledge. misery loves company, like calls to like.
she expels a half-constricted breath, through the noose of anxiety tightening her throat. )
that explains why you look at me the way you do.
( like you know too much. like you're haunted by ghosts i can't see. like you've traveled somewhere i can't follow, unknown and uncharted by even a mapmaker's hands. )
you never answered. were they terrible? is that why you haven't wanted to tell me?
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she expels a half-constricted breath, through the noose of anxiety tightening her throat. )
that explains why you look at me the way you do.
( like you know too much. like you're haunted by ghosts i can't see. like you've traveled somewhere i can't follow, unknown and uncharted by even a mapmaker's hands. )
you never answered.
were they terrible? is that why you haven't wanted to tell me?