#diesects

                           HE   LAY,            FAWN   LIKE   IN   HER   ARMS–            NEWLY   REBORN   AMONGST   DECAY   ...                           afraid   to   move,         afraid   to   breath   ;               realization   of   what   he’d   done   a   dawning   horror   ...            “         @diesects​?         “            he   sounds   quiet      (      like   a   whisper   in   a   cathedral   ),         a   vulnerability   not   shown   often,         not   even   to   her,            scrawled   across   bloodied   face.               what   had   he   done?         what   had   he   done!?      a   voice   screams   in   his   head   that   he   knows,      paralyzing   in   tone,      but   he   has   to   hear   it—         he   has   to   see   it   on   her   face—         half   frozen   as   he   is,         he   must   know   the   truth.