Chapter 34- Glint of pressure

Chapter 34- Glint of pressure

Existence is a cruel joke,

and I am the punch line.

~Arthur Schopenhauer.

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A strong wind came up, scattering her hair all over her face and swaying his gloriously behind him. While the former took the angelic frame, the latter was the devil’s posture.

But the breeze that swept her garment whispered the words that she recalled it once doing: a place of no return. His earlier words seemed to twirl like a funeral dance, matching her into a cold embrace.

Medusa opened her mouth, to breathe against the stronghold that had begun to spread around her like wildfire, similar to a cold charade but it kept suffocating her senses the more she tried to do so.

Now that he was closer, she got a better look at his face and the markings that slithered across and against him when a thought washed over her without warning, making her think of that strange memory.