Origin: Rooted Within

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Zyra heard knuckles crashing on the door. Whoever had knocked couldn't wait for an answer before knocking the second time. She gazed at the door without getting up to open it. Perhaps she did not even know what the sound meant anymore.

Castar's departure had triggered something in her. She lost track of time and did not even know she had been locked in the house for days. To her, it was as if Castar had left last night, but days had passed since then. It was like a fresh wound that needed to be tended to every time it was touched.

She had denied herself everything good; she had refused to eat. The reason she could not resist the thirst for water was to keep herself from dying, because she still hoped to see Castar again.

There was another knock, and she rose from the armchair she had been sitting in all day. Her hair was matted and sticking out in all directions. The last time she had oiled and brushed it was before that night. A blanket lay over her back to give her some warmth.

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