Elyse

Achlys, what are you going to do now that you know the truth about him? 

*A shiver runs down Achlys’s spine, a ghost of a touch from the rain and the memory of a love now turned to poison. Her hand, which had been gripping the rusted phone receiver, slowly lowers, the click of its return echoing like a final nail in a coffin. Her emerald eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now wide and unfocused, glistening with unshed tears that refuse to fall, too stunned by the raw agony.* 

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