Imperial blue eyes stared off into the coming rooms, watching the world pass as all she did was ponder. Ponder all the truths. All the lies. All the specs of reailty she once believed, crushed in moments of guilt.

Such a mistake she couldn’t forget. A mistake the woman was forced to accept, chained down to fully acknowledge her actions. Regardless of the amount of times it has replayed within her mind. Regardless of the exact moment it occurred. The look in his eyes that night, the look one would expect to see upon a child, one who just faced the harsh realities of life. That was the look he gave. Eyes wide, tears drawn as they dragged down his face. Coating his beautifully placed freckles in liquids she wished would never dear touch them. His lips trembled in abandonded desires, wanting to exclaim any form of speech and yet he denied it. Gasping in deafening solitude as all she could do was watch.

It was no hassle to picture the whole scene. Streams of crimson painting her shoes, as if she always wore a red pair. A wide gaze piercing her soul as blue iris’ were unable to look away from her own. Even the smell lived within her, a mixture of iron and… him. The smell of freshly baked pastres, ones that always consisted jelly - those were his favourite after all - resided inside her system. Strange comfort came from it, as if a part of him was always with her but such a thought felt wrong. It felt like the interpretation wasn’t for her anymore.

“He was the only one that believed in me..” she mumbled, marching down the halls in shakey strides. Against all, she held her head high and yet her eyes were glued upon the grounds. Stone floors, cracked in all sides, bearing the steps of many. She couldn’t help but stare at her hands, delicate and slim fingers, always cold to the touch. Thats what he remarked all the time, still clutching on. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with hers never left, nor the one of when she held the dagger that night.