Shards Of Glass

~Imprisoned in the cages of their own pasts and bloody family histories, they find themselves shackled to one another, in ways despised~

"The cursed are meant to be together, aren't they?" Anayat spat.
The heat between them rising to degrees, scorching her from the inside, as she continued to stare at the the bruises that had formed on her index-finger, having ceaselessly attempted to pull the stunning ring off her finger, now laced with disparate stains of blood. Blood that filled the engravings of his name. Ayan's name.

"Forever and always, till death do us part!"
Nael peered into the skylight, his head facing the night sky while his body was angled towards Nihal. Hands shoved inside the leather, sheltering them from the cold.

"No viler damnation."
Nihal sighed inaudibly as her strands flew out of the wisteria veil, dancing with the storming wind.

"Who said it was a damnation?"
Ayan hummed, his warm brooding eyes raised towards Anayat's ice-cold ones, making bridges that were fated to be broken.

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