tell me why this hurts

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

Within the dried up river bed, the ebony women laid quietly on her side, golden orbs focused on the wall of sand that rose up one side of the pit. The moon shone down brightly, but her dark pelt kept her hidden within the shadows. She couldn't sleep, for fear of drifting into nightmares or sweet dreams. Neither were pleasing, both sent her waking panting and sweating furiously. She preferred a dreamless sleep, or none at all.



When would it end? When could she forget her love and forget her torture and be normal again? A sigh escaped her and it seemed to echo in the vast silence that surrounded her. If she lived until a natural death, Liste would have a long an depressing life still to look forward to. It was such a shame.

talk, think