i am nothing but a heart of satin,
nothing but rose petals in a cage of bones
nothing but rose petals in a cage of bones
She is a twilight creature; walking on that precipice of night and day, dark and light, temptation and righteousness. Her mother used to call it the witching hour, when the veil between the living and dead was the thinnest and the ghosts of your loved ones would come to haunt the halls in which they once walked.
She didn’t believe in ghosts.
She had heard the stories, the well nuanced songs they sung around campfires. But she never believed them. How could she? She had never seen one for herself. It was all just nonsense you told to scare the children, make them behave, keep them at home and tucked into their beds.
She didn’t believe in them. that is, until she heard the knock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Euphrosyne?
That voice. It was her mind playing tricks. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t. But she would know it anywhere; it was the same voice that soothed her in her dreams, the same one that encompassed her each time she opened the pages of her book. She wanted to believe that he had died in the waves, died trying to come back to her. She wanted to believe that there was something that took him from her, that cut their time short.
Could it be him?
The tips of her wings dance nervously against the door frame, hovering just above the handle. She chews her bottom lip, her brow furrowed and worrisome. The only way to find out was to open the door and see for herself.
She waits until she can hear him turn away, until she can no longer stand it. The door swings open furiously, swept by either wind or disbelief.
“Lyr-Lyric?” The words fall from her lips like cherry blossoms; soft, floating on the space between them.
He was not dead.
He had just left her.
@Lyr
