The cough shudders through her as her body protests the abuse. She had used too much. Given too much.
She stumbles forward, squinting as her vision sways. She couldn’t quite seem to piece her thoughts together. Briella. She knew she needed to find Briella. And Dovev. She remembers him. And Briella.
There, just ahead. Bone and black. Familiar. She should be angry, but she can’t remember why. Can’t remember anything but his familiarity. Safe. Hers. Definitely hers.
“Dov…” The word in her throat sends another spasm of coughs through her chest, her entire body. She blinks dust from her eyes as she tries to focus. She stumbles, falling into him before righting herself. Her lips leave a smear of blood on the bone, red against white. “Dovev,” she finally manages as she looks around, her breath rattling in her chest. “Briella.”
She can’t find her. Where is she? Dovev had her, he’d taken her. She… remembers? Her thoughts fray as she looks around frantically, alarm growing in her chest. “Where is she?” she shouts. Or tries to. The words come out hoarse and uneven.
She tries to find her, tossing her vision wildly after the filly. Catches glimpses. Water. Rocky beach. Darkness.
No, the darkness is her. She falters as her vision fades. Blinking, she tries to clear it, but there is only Dovev. Her knees tremble as her body threatens to give out. She’d already given too much. The child had taken too much. Their child, curled in her belly.
She should be angry. So angry. She remembers. But it seems meaningless now. That child is hers now too. Like Dovev is hers. Like Briella is hers.
She didn’t know if she had the strength to save them both.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
@[Dovev]