Chapter 748

How did it feel to have one’s heart broken?

Well, it felt like the very essence of melancholy was melting into one’s skeleton. As if the air was imbued—chock-full, boundless—with an ether of depression, and every inch of one’s skin was the perfect receptor for its gingerly particle. The ether seeped into the bones through fractal lines and worn-out cracks. The ether joined the blood gushing through one’s veins. The ether was drawn into every breath inhaled—oh, how breathing alone hurt.

Jeanett