A.N. -- My muse seems to be a little fickle and hasn't been around in a while, so I'm fairly glad for this. I've never really done anything like this before, but I do like it.
"Those things which are precious are saved only by sacrifice."
-David Kenyon
To-Be
He saw the vibrant stream of green, but couldn't hear the words or the mocking laughter. The silence was deafening. It filled his head and echoed around his mind until all he could hear was the nothingness.
One breath.
Then, out of the corner of his mind's eye, a flash of red.
And you didn't believe me when I told you I would die for you.
They shared their last smile as he curved back into the darkness.