I’m sorry. I just meant that all this is new to me. I get lost sometimes.” I give her my most honest expression.
Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.
He could still remember how the first sip of wine made him feel.
It started with feelings of jealousy and like a mental virus it spread.
He sidestepped down the alley and into another one connected to a small garage, where a raccoon with matching black eyes just like his own halted in mid-step next to a trash can.
They stared at each other, not moving or making a sound.
‘There there, friend. I am not here to interrupt your nightly activity just as you are not here to interrupt mine.’
They continued their separate ways, who would be caught and who would not remained a mystery.
I didn’t burn down anyone’s house! I didn’t. I wouldn’t!
How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…
Random lines, Beyond the Darkness: “Playing ‘tag, you’re it’ against a car is a bad idea.
When extremists come together extreme things happen.