* phulusa.

SHE OBSERVES with distinct intent that invariably transpires routinely whilst enclosed by his familiar                         but is it UNDENIABLY FAMILIAR like it once was, soothing and reassuring in its means of projecting ?                         presence. In this moment, she is doubtful. SUSPICIOUS, dare she possibly envision. For, surely, the actions that are currently acquainted with him are not as consequential, not of preeminent significance as they verily appear to be ?     ❝     You                 you didn’t answer my question. WHAT HAPPENED ? Why                 ❞     Why did this have to happen ?

                          eyes open once more.   ANOTHER OF HIS MANY MISTAKES.   the doubt shadowing her features tears him apart   :   shredding whatever remains untoched of ruptured soul ,   burning his heart with the fury and heat of a thousand suns.   a raging fire ,   which obliterates that desperately held composure in his bloodstream   ——   as water threatens to gather ‘neath pale lids.   you still cannot tell her the truth.   ❛   ———   don’t you know already  ?   ❜   vestiges of sarcasm linger ,   remnants of the person he once was.   you’re a monster now ,   don’t forget that.   ❛   it’s all my fault.   ❜   the words come toneless ,   dry.   it is not pity he seeks,   for he does not deserve it.   absolution lays well beyond his grasp.   he simply cannot speak the truth aloud.