The room was beclouded with the overshadowing weight of sorrow that seemed to shroud them whole, sucking their forms into a nightmarish haven of grief and undebatable despair.
Malika's eyes dilated with shock as it narrowed to the bloodied corpse on the bed with a deep gash across her neck. She shook her head drearily as hot tears cascaded down her cheeks, unwilling to accept the fact that she was dead, she couldn't and wouldn't conform to the thought that she was dead, but the sight before her couldn't be any more convincing.
Her legs mechanically started moving toward Rama's body subconsciously, almost as if she had been possessed by a spirit at that moment, but her body was reeling from the bewildering moment of seeing her dead.
