Stifled
I remembered the girl's face as she looked down into the dark hole. The muted wind that stirred her hair and pushed her scent past me was not the welcoming breeze that whipped the crimson flags above the cobbled streets, nor was it the warmed flatus of intestinal disease or even the uncontrolled fear of death. This decaying zephyr choked of old, dry bones, pulverized under shifting rock.
This was the place where I had expected she would balk and run; where I would none-too-gently stop her, and her lover would fight - and they would die.
I was disappointed.
A/N: Some have asked and the answer is Demetri; New Moon Chapter 20.
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