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Alone | Chapter 3SolaAlone | Chapter 3 by ~GingerandSnow
My head hurts. A lot. As if it’s been cracked open. In fact, everywhere hurts.
It hurts so much that I’m forced to ignore the notion that I could possibly go back to sleep again, although I feel drowsy. I reluctantly open my eyes.
Light. Not bright light, just a soft glow. Like it’s far, far away.
Except the light is pretty close, it’s just muffled.
Yes, there’s something on my face, which the light is filtering through. I reach up to yank it off–
“Ow!” I curl up in a ball, panting. My ribs…they hurt, as I breathe they shoot more pain through me…
The covering over my eyes is lifted. I open my eyes as I feel sweat trickle down my face. Two dark blue eyes stare into mine.
He sits back, looking away. Flickering firelight from the tiny flames in the fireplace barely illuminates the dark room. It must be nighttime.
“Why do I hurt so much?”
Alone | Chapter 2AidenAlone | Chapter 2 by ~GingerandSnow
I stand where Sola left me in the dust. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything more. Sola Daley isn’t a damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet.
I clench my fists. But why does she have to push everyone away? At least some of what I’d said was true.
“Tough, Furzey. Guess your crush hates you.”
My fingernails draw blood. “What are you doing still here?” Murand is leaning against the doorframe, arms folded.
“Thought I’d stick around and see the show.”
“You knew what I was going to say?” I scoff. “Come on, Murand, don’t flatter yourself to be all-knowing.”
“I’m far from all-knowing. Just intelligent enough to read the signs.”
“Shut up. Just…”
“Yeah, yeah. All those nice words you say to people you hate, all strung up in one sentence. I know what you’re trying to say.”
“Why’d she bother you so much?” He may
PerfectPerfect is “as good as it is possible to be”Perfect by ~GingerandSnow
According to the dictionary
As good as possible is all you can do
So does that make you perfect? I’m not sure because
There’s something perfect in the way everything is
And nothing is an imperfection because there really is no such thing
Flaw, defect, deficiency, fault
All apparently synonyms for imperfection
A word that exists because if we realized that everything was perfect
Nothing would be
And we would never feel anything
In the face of the perfect world.
The Melody of the Garden Angel (commission)dolore intro
My existence never made much of a difference to my parents.
I guess that’s why I ended up running away. And why I’m now standing on this smog-filled city street.
I pull my cap over my face, trying to regain my breath from running so far, and slide down to sit against one of the factories that seem to be taking over all the empty space.
A faint breath of wind blows my way and something small and white drifts to land at my feet.
A flower petal. No, two. Three.
I stand and follow the trail cautiously down the darkening street. Where do they come from?
The lamplighters have already come and gone, and the white, wilted petals glow in the lamps’ light.
As I look up to find the petals’ source, a greenhouse dwarfs me.
I never would have thought to find one in the middle of the city.
I creep forward and try the door. It opens under my hand.
I know where I’ll sleep tonight.
crescendo poco a poco
It’s too bright.
I rub my eyes