Zainab.
My brain is an extinguished fire. Once it burnt bright and I knew of happiness and light; I could see a future... Now my mind is dark, subsisting on the burnt tinder of who I was. In these ashes there is nothing to even renew a spark. All I can do is huddle in this moment, live from heartbeat to heartbeat. I feel like the world isn't really there at all, like it was stolen and replaced with something empty, photoshopped, fake. It makes sense in a weird way, the real world gave me feelings of joy. I felt connected to it, part of it. But either it was taken away or I was; every second of every minute of every day all I can do is float in the void.
Zainab held Isis' hand as they walked around, outside the premises of Alejandro's mansion.
"The weather's pretty nice today gyal." Zainab sang.
"Mmmh," hummed Isis, looking like she was stuck on her head.
"So, are you really going to marry Alejandro?"
