[DREAM] trapped in a loop of despair

It was a hell she never knew could exist. In all of her years, since coming to truly love Francesco Campana... no matter how unfeeling she had acted in public; no matter the role she'd played, she'd loved him with everything that she was. To see him die by her own hand, to relive it over and over...

It'd destroy her.

Another was in tonight's dream though, and she bristled at the presence. Before she recognized it; Adaria! She's not seen Adaria since...

...well. She always was a daddy's girl. Eularia used to tease Frankie about it; the girls loved their dad more than their mother.

Or perhaps all of the children loved their father more than they loved her. She could be hard to love, at times.

The girl asked a question, and Eularia's fingers trembled, gripping the blade that had dealt the blow. Another moment, before she let the blade go, and the scene dissolved; resetting itself.

What makes you believe I'm satisfied? Had she... ever, been satisfied? She thought, for a long time, that her husband was enough. She believed it with all that she was, even though there was a part of her that knew it to be untrue.

She was never satisfied.

Somewhere along the way, she'd forgotten how to pretend. Glassy-eyed, her gaze flitted to the girl. I didn't want this. Didn't. Hadn't. Wouldn't want this. Her voice sounded raw; had she been screaming as the dream looped? She couldn't remember.