MALYKA:
Shaking… So cold… Shivering. I can’t take this anymore, I wish I could just crawl into a puddle and die. I would deserve it. Would deserve that sweet death when it came, but would I deserve the relief?
My teeth shatter as these thoughts race through my mind, icing over my barely beating heart. Wait… No… That’s not a cold shiver, it’s a warm one… A fever… The familiar coil of death raking through my body.
This time it isn’t even a warrior’s injury that has me shaking like this, sweat pouring from my body… No… It’s a coward’s wound, self-inflicted and deserved. I deserve this, I deserve to lose everything, and I don’t deserve her.
A familiar sting pulses through that cold dead thing in my chest, solid as stone, but brittle as glass. I. Don’t. Deserve. Her. The pain ripples t
