SP-F4: "Feeding the Enemy: Captured!"
Esther sat in a small inn on the 2nd floor. She was enjoying a nice cup of herbal tea, everything had been so hectic lately, and she needed some alone time. A lot had happened, and she felt like she needed to re-evaluate a few choices she has made since joining SAO. Everyone kept telling her she was too trusting, and her trusting nature had gotten her in trouble in more than one occasion. A frown graced her lips as she recalled how worried Lycan was when she drank that cherry flavoured potion, h
Esther wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, her chest heaved with heartache - she didn't want this. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could feel her senses blur. Her feelings, they were washing away. The happy memories she had with Lycan, were nothing more than pages upon a book. Her arguments with Mari and Arc...meaningless white noise...the children she loved and adored - just faces. Domarus, his brilliant gaze, his irreplacable warmth...that too faded. Leaving nothing but a crimson stain