The Eyes of the Angel [2]

It was as if two hands were clasped against her throat, squeezing tightly and doing their best to deprive her of all of her oxygen. 

The sensation felt vaguely familiar. 

It reminded her of what had happened the day prior. 

She felt suffocated, and her eyes continued to trace the black tear that dripped down from the corner of the statue's eyes. 

"...." 

Kiera blankly stared at the stature for what felt like forever until... 

"Hey." 

She felt a nudge on her shoulder and she snapped out of it. 

"Uh?" 

Looking around, Kiera's eyes eventually fell on Aoife who looked at her with a strange look. Kiera felt sweat trickle down the side of her face as her chest heaved up and down unevenly. 

"....You really are hungover, aren't you?" 

"Ah, no..."