𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. Meguru Bachira

VII

Chapter vocabulary
Fuck : Γαμώ

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Her legs departed. Her mind was beginning to grow fuzzy. Her vision too. She knew she was simply nauseous. Nothing that she found to be unusual. She was sick. However, Eris never gave herself time to be ill. Time to let it out. Because just like the kings, she had divine right. She had the will to do all, but she did not use that power on herself. She did not care for her own body like she was a Goddess. Treated as one by most, seen as one but she did not see herself to be one. Because he had never treated her as such.

With respect. A decency even humans have bestowed upon them. A decency she never received. She tried to steady herself. Hurrying herself to the restroom in which she emptied the contents of her body. She stared at the mirror for a while. Beauty. She was beautiful. She wasn't oblivious to it, but something felt wrong. She remembered it all so vividly, her silent cries, his repetitive laughs. The sound of it was disgusting. Once again, she threw up. His face, his name, his will, all of it made her sick. All of him. Disgusting.

Eris decided it was best to not linger on such memories. It was bad for her health. Bad for her mind. She washed her face, the water felt itself to be burning her skin. It was cold. The temperature so low but somehow her skin was burning. Her mind liked to play tricks on her. It liked to imagine things as if she was the crazy one. As if Eris was the one who was laughing that day. Eris remembers the war. Remembers a war she never won. Will she ever?