Elián;
The space where her body lay just seconds ago feels colder than any normal thing has the right to feel.
I stare at the space silently… At the empty patch of grass between my trembling hands— The space where Asa was before Avaren ripped her away from me.
My chest hurts—No, hurt isn't the word. My… my chest feels hollow, and empty… Like something ruptured inside me and left a gaping hole behind.
Around me, voices move frantically through the destroyed garden. Guards shouting, magic crackling, someone calling orders… But everything sounds distant. Strange… muffled.
Like I'm hearing the world, but from underwater.
I stare at Asa's blood on my palms. Bright and red— a daunting reminder that she died… in my arms.
I feel my throat go dry, and it hurts because my body gives me no outlet for the pain that has flooded every bit of me.
Tears won't even fall from my eyes despite how miserable I'm feeling. I think I already cried them all…
