Clarisse swallowed the desire of inexplicable emotions which were driving her to her demise. If this was to be the end, she would happily go without any regret, with this satiation she had never felt before in her life.
She had drifted away to some place where the cocoon exploded and butterflies flew all over her, and the flowers bloomed from their buds and they showered their petals upon her. All of this is happening at that very moment. She didn’t want to get away from this place; she didn’t even feel the touch of Wichita against her skin. It was as if her whole body went numb.
Clarisse’s senses heightened to a level where she heard the rain falling in the distant. She could smell the refreshment of the monsoon, She could feel the warmth of the lucent sun. She could see across the hori
