#shegho

Drakken’s fist tightened around his red sheets. The tears coated his fingertips slid and disappeared into the cloth around him. His breath hitched, filling the silent room with its sharp sound--its taste of freedom all too brief, repressed by the intense control Drakken attempted to maintain. 

The throbbing, erratic pound of his heartbeat that thumped within his ears was replaced by a faint, eerie voice that had grown all too familiar. It carried a melancholic tune as it drifted into the vacant room and left a sort of longing that touched Drakken’s heavily guarded soul. He stopped, acutely aware of her entrance into his room--his safe-haven--her voice darting wildly as she drew closer to his trembling frame. 

She was the last person on earth he wanted to see.

Hear?