Then they would whisper your deepest shame into your ear, and you would never sleep again.
Zaviel nodded. He packed his bag with charcoal, parchment, and his measuring tools. He walked with them to the riverbank. zaviel
He stepped into the water. It was freezing. He didn't try to fight the current; he simply stood there, feeling the way the water swirled around his legs. He walked upstream a bit, then downstream. He felt the muddy bottom and the jagged rocks. Then they would whisper your deepest shame into
Another sound. Not glass this time. A sob. Low and guttural, like a wounded animal trying to be quiet. he simply stood there
“Hello?” The word slipped out before Zaviel could stop it.