Interlocked
By Spray-Painted Roses
Prologue
"I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums. All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me. Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born."
-Jack London
The pale haired girl placed the final card on the dusty table. The man sitting across the table looked at her expectantly.
Fool, she thought as she flipped over the cracked rectangles, mechanically explaining what each meant as she went. I can already tell what you want to know. I don't need the cards.
The blue haired man shivered as she turned over one card. She looked down. The Devil. She smirked inwardly. She hadn't needed it to know. The Devil represented being tied to something, while holding the keys to your own escape. But it was obvious anyway. The bruises up one arm. The crossed scars on his face. He had come to her in hope, hope he wouldn't need to do the inevitable.
She turned up the last card. She didn't even check to see what it was. Her blue eyes met an amber pair. She held his gaze for a moment.
"Break up with him," she said matter-of-factly, "Or you'll regret it later."
She swept up her cards and her fee with one smooth motion. She started back towards the café counter.
"No," the man said, grabbing hold of her white dress, "he loves me. He said so himself. He doesn't mean to. Sometimes he just gets so angry. He can't…" His voice trailed off. A single droplet ran down his cheek.
The girl gently pulled off his hand. She looked him directly in his tear-filled eyes again.
"The cards never lie," Namine said softly.
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A/N: So how was that? I know it's kinda short, but I promise the other chapters will be longer. Thanks for reading, and please, for the sake of the sanity I lost a long time ago, review. Cue curtain close.
