Chapter 41- Under emotions
Secrets are the currency
of the damned.
~Mark Z. Danielewski
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“Medusa!” Esther exclaimed, rushing towards the figure that had just emerged from the shadows. “Where have you been?” her voice came out in a whisper of urgency, her eyes stretched out in worry. The last word came out stressed, to give out a tone that identified her persist.
The celebration was still at its peak, lively and grand, but the atmosphere between the two felt like everything had just ended. The musical sound of the orchestra played alongside the corner they were in, filled with bustling servants moving helter-skelter.
A servant diverted, causing Esther’s eyes to follow his trail. When she was certain they were now alone, her eyes returned to Medusa.
Medusa’s expression remained impassive with her gaze fixed at some point beyond Esther’s shoulder. The rain continued, but it was less intense like how it was once she had been on the verge of her backfired approach.