"What did you say? … You … "
Ezrahl's face was ashen.
It was as if all his sanity was being shackled away, a maddening fury threatened to overtake his mind and heart. Those two simple words… left him shaken.
They were his curse in those voids of endless nightmares that tormented him again and again, the fragments of a vivid dream that made him lose everything.
Ezrahl forgot his other absurd dreams.
But the memories of the one that suffocated him most clung to his soul like the darkest curse and the way Aesther just said what she did… plunged him again into that abyss of pain and fury.
"Aesther…"
Ezrahl reluctantly touched the side of her face, her skin burning under him. He waited in silence and anticipation, to hear anything more.
To know it was all just a cruel coincidence…
But what if it was not?
What if the dreams he saw were a lie woven by someone… what if the Aesther he knew was nowhere to find?