3 Works in Female Ash Lynx
kalau sama aku, pak guru, kamu tidak boleh memikirkan siapa pun yang bukan aku. pak guru tersenyum, senyum yang kendati ia merasa ada selintas perih, jauh lebih tulus dari yang kemarin-kemarin.
The summerhouse was situated by the lake, where willows cast their dancing shadows upon the silky water.
As the fog creeped upon the moor, soft wails emanated from the hallway.
It always happened around this hour, around the same time the mist would be conceived. Day in, day out.
The oak planks of the floor creaked as she tried to find her, the one that was lost.
However, she would find herself empty-handed once again, and she knew, for that person was no longer there.
The brilliance herself grew to be one with the mist, merged, and so got trapped in an endless, heart-shredding cycle of rebirth.
She had no choice but to leave the poor girl behind, as she got taken away by the land itself.
Eimi nodded. They were both quiet and then Eimi said very quietly: “Did you ever…”
“Yes.” Ash said, her voice was quick and clipped. She kept her focus away from Eimi’s face, she didn’t want to see the expression, whatever it was.
“How many?” It was not a question.
Ash took in a sharp breath. She wondered what had tipped Eimi off. Ash chewed her lip and swirled her coffee in it’s mug. “Three.”