Let me die - Draupadi's plea to Karna

I die a little bit every day without you... still... At the crossroad between whether you'll ever come back, or whether you'll let me die completely so that I may start anew again. Youth - too naive to value and trust what you and I both know exists. Suns set, moons rise, my heart is in my throat... Clink the glasses, drink the wine, and harbor myself in the shelter of my own design... And you? Lost in indecorous vales of your benders, your pain is waiting. I won't be there to catch you, love.

Without

It’s not what a good woman would do… Sit in a mass and partake of the drone, “Onward Christian soldier…” The song turned from her throat.

Unable to imagine “without”… What it would feel like without. How else could she breathe without?... Tears spilled from her eyes as the perfected smile shielded her true intentions with the sons of farmers. It’s not what a good woman would do… sit in mass and partake of the drone, “Onward Christian solider…”