YourRain

She felt the gem at her hip begin to tremble. A faint, soft purr so subtle, so slight, that she hadn't at all noticed it until it grew into the terrible ripping at her waist. Or perhaps it wasn't the gem – perhaps it was her own fingers digging into her side, tearing at her own body in attempt to get the ornament away from her being. It was hot, hot, so hot, or perhaps that was her own palms, her own embodiment, her own tension, her own anxiety, fears, and horrible dread that she projected onto the murmuring commodity.Instinctively, she ripped it from her side. There was no time to hide. There was no time to hide it.The commotion, of cours...