Anyone;

[Shiya]

Deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of

She didn’t expect to see anyone, not here, not now.

So many have fled, wanting an escape from the pestilence consuming Beqanna. Their thunderous footsteps echo in her ears as a disinterested glance lifts her eyes to see them fade in the dust. Goodbye, she thinks to them, wondering how long until their bodies fall to the ground and die, succumbing to the sickness that spreads around her like wildfire. The few who remain are brave – or stupid, or immune – but she doesn’t pursue them. Shiya remains steadfast, quietly observing until a voice says her name. It’s gentle, far sweeter than her brother’s jaded criticism that he has since adopted. The familiarity soothes the wounds Vulgaris has since carved into her.

In truth, she is awful, but the words never come to fruition as she slowly turns to face him. What remained of her bitterness toward the world melts away when their eyes connect – his orange to her green.

”Garbage,” she savors the tingle across her tongue when she tastes his name, her eyes brightening in surprise – and admittedly, joy – that he even remembers her. Such a shy and meek girl she had been when they coupled. Times have changed, but even then, her walls crumble in front of him. ”I’m well,” a hollow lie that cuts deeply into her as she looks down, suddenly ashamed of her showing pregnancy now that he is here. Why? Their meeting had been so brief – they weren’t lovers, not in a fairytale way – and yet shame poisons her underneath his Halloween eyes. ”I’m alive,” she half-heartedly adds, knowing well that she is merely surviving and not truly living. Happiness and fulfillment are prerequisites, and she has not experienced either. Her children are all defective, her heart has been ripped from her chest and shredded, and she serves no purpose.

She is just here, existing.

With a slow, contemplative blink, Shiya lifts her eyes to him again as a feeble grin climbs across her scaled lips. ”And you? Are you not worried of infection?”

SHIYA

But we cannot escape the past,
so you and I will never last

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@[garbage]