Black Butterflies
Naria stood frozen, her heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of emotions washing over her like crashing waves on a desolate shore.
"You don't…"
The unexpected intensity of it all took her breath away, and her trembling hands became conduits for her anguish, catching crystal tears as they cascaded down her palms.
Raiver's eyes widened in shock, mirroring the confusion that gripped his soul. What could have caused such a profound expression on Naria's face? Was it the sting of love that wounded her so deeply?
His voice quivered as he tried to console her, his hand gently rested on her knee as he crouched down, desperate to understand his wife's pain.
"It's just an illusion, Naria," she cried, her voice was cracking like fragile ice. "A hypnotic spell that deceives us both!"
Her words hung heavy in the air, charged with a bittersweet sorrow.