Malachi

I accelerated, the sudden burst of speed making my stomach churn. Every minor activity felt like a monumental effort lately; I wondered how I could possibly resolve the crisis I had created when my own strength was waning so rapidly.

Kaida’s plea from the previous day echoed relentlessly in my mind. She had begged for the peace of death, and I had denied her. I hadn't saved her—I had only prolonged her suffering. I had become attached at the wrong moment, refusing to let go ...