Sunbeam SmileI was walking along the waterfront the first time I heard Zoey singing, she sat out in front of her mother's cafe in her little kindergarten uniform, all red to match her bright strawberry blonde hair. And she sang.
"Mother won't make milk today," In a sing song voice that sent a strange chill down my spine. But despite the bluster of the early spring day and the heavy grey of the leaden sky I couldn't help but smile at the bright picture she made sitting there. I sat down next to her, stretching out my legs, looking down at my worn black boots and wiggling my toes. I never could help myself when it came to that.
"So is this your mother's cafe?" I asked her and she nodded in that friendly but wary way children do with strangers. I offered her my hand, serious, as one should be when introducing one's self.
"I'm Sybil." She hesitated a moment before she shook my fingers- her small ones soft in mine.
"My name is Zoey." After that I turned away and we watched the cars going past in compani
Sky on FireThe world has gone dark now as they descend, the only light the lurid flame of the weapons raised above and below. Your people streaming from the sky, from somewhere so bright that the light behind them makes my eyes water. There's a saying that someone born to chains never notices them, maybe it's the same. Maybe, you were right, maybe this world of mine is really Hell. You sure hated it, or at least I keep telling myself that. Because I need a reason for your desertion, for being abandoned and betrayed in ways I'd never even imagined. I need to find a reason for the destruction that my mistake is raining down on the world. I can say it, oh yes I can. You were a huge mistake, the biggest mistake in a life lived halfway in a dream right up until this moment. And now I'm going to die. I want to die, either as revenge or as atonement. Because I need to atone for saving you and loving you. I need to atone for inviting a monster into my heart, and the world I share with 6,602,224,175 other
Our Farewell"You're a terrible priest and a worse liar, Fenrir." Lena whispers, then coughs, blood frothing on her lips.
"Don't," he whispers, his words coming out slightly choked. One hand brushes a strand of hair from her face. "Please... Lena..."
She smiles closing her eyes briefly at the touch.
"It would have happened sooner or later. I'm glad I was able to do some good while I was...," she gasps, her breathing growing harsh. "Listen. Since I-I won't be here for you to run away from." She smiles and laughs softly, though it turns into a harsh cough and more blood stains her lips. "I love you."
"Don't leave me, Lena..." He draws her up to hold her close, ignoring the blood, and whispers against her cheek. "Don't leave me, please... I love you, don't leave me... Don't leave me...!"
Lena sighs softly her head falling against his shoulder.
"Don't... cry," she says and then sags in his arms. The blood just trickling now from her stilled chest.&