Knocking Down Your Walls

Illness consumes her, the swell of her stomach being the reason. Each step she takes falls heavily, like a weight. There is something gaunt about her, and it is clear that each passing day brings a drain on her health. Duties become more difficult, her head swimming in a sea of fog. She blames him, her one night lover, the man who had been her anchor in the most turbulent of seas. Syrinx. He is responsible for how she feels, she decides. And he calls for her, and she comes.
Golden gaze sits upon him, wondering if he can feel the heat, the anger. She wonders if he can see the weight of her stomach, the round curves of maternal bliss that grace her figure. She wonders why such a joyous thing can never be joyous, why agony always ails her bones when she just yearns to be happy. Why must she always be stifled by darkness when all she yearns for is the light?
?They are yours,? she confirms. They are yours, and they are killing me slowly.