Make me Forget"If I never forget, someday I will run out of things to learn. "Half asleep, Eli eyed me blearily for a moment before seeming to understand, only to close his eyes again."Don't worry about it," He murmured. "Worrying won't prevent anything."I frowned, despite the fact he wasn't paying attention."I like to learn."But he was already breathing slow, steady. I watched his hands ride his chest up and down, clasped loosely around each other. Eli's hands were thin but strong, bones apparent and skin taut over the knuckles. I like hands. A lot. Sometimes it is easier to touch hands than say something. Speaking can be hard. Though he taught
I Was a CowardIt was early morning, the sun peaking weakly between the dense forest of sky scrapers, casting long shadows across the street corner I waited anxiously on. As usual, February was miserable. Cold, wet, and windy. This February was no different from the last, but I would give anything to relive the last February instead of this one. Last February, I had visited them twice, because I was "too busy". Last February, he was still a common fixture in my living room, still trusted me. But most of all, last February, no one had heard of the Dioskouroi.I waited as close as I could manage to the majestic facade of the
Afraid of the DarkHis absence was powerful.I couldn't remember the last time I was alone. Completely alone. Not a soul in the world would notice or care if I simply slipped through the hotel sheets and vanished. In the night only I existed. The darkness of the room engulfed me I laid constricted by its vagueness, by the idea of the blackness. That nothing else occupied the spaces surrounding me. It wasn't true. Not logical in any manner. I knew that in light they still existed, waiting only for the night to be over, so they would again exist in my mind.And in my mind alone. And yet the simplicity of the idea was its domination. I was afr
Painted Birds in the RaftersSeveral hours after Wyn had left, I set to find him, awkwardly making my way into a further neck of woods, beyond the swamp. A barn he'd found a few days ago had become his favorite hide out.At last I located the humanoid in the rafters, the very back of the old barn. The broken roof allowed just enough sunlight to enter, lighting his thin figure. Legs tucked under himself, Wyn had perched himself just out of my reach, and was carefully applying paints he'd found God knows where to the wall. No particular pattern, but he seemed to take joy in the concentration it took to apply the paint, lopsided and dripping. "What'