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Letters from the past The thick, white blanket of New Year’s Eve has always made me feel, if just for a night, weightless. The image shatters as Cara belches, a little beer dripping onto her chin. |
3,793 | 3 |
| 2 |
Fern “You look like her, you know,” I say it because it’s true, but maybe, I also say it to hurt her.
“Like whom?”
“Mami.” |
3,755 | 1 |
| 3 |
Spark Lily slides open the compartment door slightly, leaning out in the space she creates.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she says slowly, a smile forming. Hers is so different from Mulciber, who manages to make a smile somehow unkind. “Is he giving you much trouble?” |
4,191 | 3 |
| 4 |
Aster is no one's heroine I splash in the water for a moment, searching for earth. I know it’s close, but the pain and water and night come together to blur my vision, blur my mind. I splash in the water for a moment, still trying desperately to find Dorcas, but I think she’s dead. Or dying. I splash in the water for a moment, but then I don’t. My movements slow until I float on my back, clothes becoming heavier as the cold seeps in. For the first time tonight, I notice the moon is full. I close my eyes, breaths slowing into calmness, blocking out the chirps and howls and screams of the night. |
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