I watch on with unwillingness as the scene before me molests the vestiges of my sanity. I know how this all plays out, yet I remain powerless to stop it.
I let out a thundering howl that makes the earthquake, atmosphere rumble and sky be pierced by streaks of purple lightning as the agony obliterates through every atom that gives me form, tearing my essram asunder. Orenda’s screams resound around me, lancing through me, leaving a boundless fissure of excruciating pain and desolation in its wake. My mind floods with thoughts and feelings I once never understood or could place a name to; remorse, shame, heartache, regret, fear, each one screaming at me to undo what I have done. But I can’t.
Orenda’s luminous, burnt sienna skin loses its radiance before my blurry eyes, her cedar and mocha h
