Violet & Cerulean

Hycinth

I heard Mimi’s words of comfort, but her sentiment didn’t curb my rapidly increasing anxiety. I couldn’t breathe. Something was wrong.

The progression had been subtle, gradually strengthening, and I’d been so immersed in the drum beats I hadn’t even realized the moist liquid had violated my defenses and crawled down my throat. Now, it burned me from the inside, strangling my lungs, suffocating me.

How had I not realized its potency before?

What liquid had ...