Two hands touching a green caftan made with Damas. The title of the cover reads: Woman To Woman, by Mikoto.
Transcript of the text, here part of a letter:
« When we were younger, ineffable were the emotions you brought up in me. Now, grown up, words still fail me to describe with accuracy the effect you have on my person. It had always been a nebulous, tangled knot of things that you stir inside of me, and yet I couldn't forget you.
For the longest time, my natural conclusion was thus that hating you was the only way I could keep my peace.
I've kept your ghost close, tucked away in the darkest corner of my heart. I used to wonder sometimes; what did you look like now, hav you changed into someone worse, someone better ? Were you happy ? Had your confession held true to the passage of time (this sentence is scratched) ? Did you loathe me ? »
Three fingers are holding the right corner of the page.
Transcript of the text on the letter. The parchemin is held by Meriem with trembling hands, almost like she wants to tear it apart.
« All the same though, this is a dream we both know is inaccessible for the likes of us.
Perhaps, if society were any kinder to us, I would get to be the love of your life. As of now, it is impossible. This is the last you will hear of me, and I shall disappear from your sight forever, as my husband is moving his commerce again in a far away city. »
Meriem is looking at the letter with a bewildered expression on her face, then she laughs painfully "And she has the gall to call me cruel—“. In the last panel, she’s clutching her head between her hands, down on her desk, muttering a "dammit.".
HI! I’m back w/ an epistolary & comic mix for the Spicy Co-Op Bundle, organized by @mariahcurrey.bsky.social 😈🤭
Follow the story of a doctor & her patient, navigating their relationship in 18th century Morocco 🌹.
This bundle‘s HEFTY : itch.io/b/3495/the-c...
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