You wouldn’t exactly call a person naïve, who’s perpetually contributing to his/her own misery. Convinced that I was my worst enemy, I sat in the farthest left corner of the cell, desperately thinking of an escape. When no answers came, even after ruminating for hours, I decided to summon Lune.
The moon’s daughter, instead of offering the solicitude required in such a dire situation, mocked me for my dopiness, saying, “What made you think women like Nessa are capable of changing?”
“Alright, I was indeed wrong in my judgement regarding her, but my primary reason for trusting her was how our motives aligned with one another. She, too, wanted to get to the black pearl,” I said in my defence.
The unsympathetic spirit, incapable of comprehending the hurt that words are capable of inflicting
