give me adarles. fuck me up.
how many times in history had such an impassioned declaration of love been meet by complete silence. stillness that pierced the ears, that was altogether too loud and too quiet and left a ringing lingering in the air. the kind that would haunt a soldier long after the explosion had passed.
ada stands, chest still heaving from the exertion of once more baring her soul to only the heavens and her damned husband. her faded green eyes are blown wide and more than a dozen beats pass before she finds her tongue. love. what is love to her now? how could a once simple feeling now be so complicated beyond recognition? an angel’s grace, now a shackle round their necks.
“love is lost.”
the venom has fled, the words spoken in whispered agony. there was nothing to be salvaged of their spring adoration. “break from its embrace, she has no room for us now. life is kinder without.”











