Liora
The toes of my heels crossed effortlessly over the squishy mud, years of training kept my balance steady despite the mess beneath me, but it didn’t stop the pounding in my head.
The hedge line flew past in a blur of green and thorns.
Air. Space. I just needed one moment.
Stone wolves lined the garden path in solemn formation, their moss-covered paws sunk deep into the earth. One broken statue leaned behind the hedges like it had once ducked from the spotlight and never quite returned.
I sat at its base, my dress pooling around me like spilled silk, moonlight skimming across the rippling surface of the nearby fountain. The air hung damp with spring, just cold enough to draw the tension tighter across my bare shoulders.
I didn’t cry. Even though I think I should have. Maybe it w
