Ezrahl was like the winds of autumn that erased her summer spring and drowned Aesther in a land of eternal winter, leaving her in the cold darkness forever.
She had tried to ignore the wounds of her heart, ignore every little lie.
She had tried to ignore herself, the monster she became while bringing her down.
But their shadow lingered like the inevitable death, waiting to cease all your light.
Her thoughts were distant so much that Aesther felt in a dreamy daze by the time the cart came to a stop. She was lost in her memories and her past, entirely unaware of the world.
Aesther sneezed as she stepped down from the cart.
The old woman shook her head while hauling the haystacks, "Wool and hay is all I am carrying, why didn't you use one of the blankets?"
Aesther sheepishly smiled, "I just fell asleep haha."
The woman tucked her tongue.
