Chapter 172: This Burdened Haunt

Eleonore’s POV

I couldn’t control my breathing no matter how hard I tried.

I tried to focus on certain things, the gravel I was sitting on, the wind blowing into my face, and even the feel of my hair as it fell in front of me. But nothing was working.

I felt a stabbing in my chest so harsh and pained that I thought, if only for a singular moment, if I may have been cursed. I didn’t know what wrath of which god I had evoked by whatever action I may have done—but I thought that maybe this was punishment for that crime. What else could it be?

A choked sob escaped me, and I gasped out into the air as I fell forward and grasped at the gravel. Again, another pained thrust of something akin to death shot through me, and my entire body convulsed in recognition of this terror. Flashes of something dark and twisted crept into my mind, and through that void eyes stared back at me. The only thing so shocking and raw about their appearance was that it resembled my own.