My thoughts are a relentless symphony, thrumming with indulgence and regret over my night with Pandora. Memories of it consume me, drowning out all else with their overpowering chorus. No matter how hard I’ve tried to banish it from my mind, calling it a moment of weakness, a fleeting lapse where I surrendered to my desires and claimed her as I had always dreamed, I simply cannot.
I have wanted her since the days of our childhood. With each passing year, my feelings have only intensified, growing as strong and unyielding as iron. Now that I’ve finally tasted the sweetness of her, now that I’ve taken her in my arms and felt her breath mingle with mine, I am only left craving more of what I know I can never have.
The citizens’ cries and demands for answers pulse through the air around me, heaving like the tumultuous waves of an angry sea. The echoes of their shouts climb the grand cathedral-style ceilings and pierce my skull.
