AYLA'S POV
For a long moment, he didn't move. Then, finally, he exhaled and leaned back against the wall. His hand stayed in mine, calloused and warm, anchoring me in a way that was both grounding and terrifying.
When the wind rose again, carrying the distant echo of a horn, I shivered. My mind wouldn't quiet. Getting out of the mindset of losing, is what I wish for right now because in my heart I feel weakness. What could be this? could it be that I am not capable of doing something that I meant to be doing—easily? What is wrong with me?
"The eyeless god," I whispered, glancing at the fire. "It called me daughter. And I… I felt it in my blood. Like part of me wanted to answer."
Being the daughter of the eyesless god, just as its claim that I am. I can't have a wish. I must fight for the truth to surface, going through the back does n't lead me anywhere cause I know for real life is all about what it is, and not what we think it is.
Fu*k this life.
