(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Her velvety wings wrapped around the two of us like a blanket, shielding us
from the confused murmurs of the other Sensates.
"I... I... can't.... bear it... I... couldn't STOP her, I WANTED to, but I couldn't do
anything...!"
Fall-From-Grace looked into my eyes, and she nodded sadly in
understanding. "And that is the nature of longing. The desire for that which
you cannot change or possess." She studied me, withdrawing her hand, now
soaked in my blood. "Will you be all right?"
"Yes... yes... I just need a moment..."
"Very well..." Fall-From-Grace stepped back. "We will continue when you are
ready."
I took a breath, tried to collect my thoughts.
As much as I wanted to hurl the memory of the experience from myself, I
held it fast, because I knew it was important to remember it. It was me in
that experience... it was Deionarra's experience, but because it was me, old
memories flooded my mind, and I could FEEL both sides at once.
Who WAS I? Who was that... that shade of me?
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"I love you, Deionarra."
The words had been chosen with surgical precision, pressed into the back of
the pale woman he now holds. He slides the false confession in firmly, and
the flesh gives way so that he might carve his name across her soul.
If only he had one.
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