Story: Firestarter
Pairing(s): Roy|Cecilia
Word Count: 250
Rating: T
Author's Comment: Consider this a preview for the next half of Firestarter. I know I say these are supposed to be unrelated, but I'm a liar, so yeah, what else is new? I'm going to elaborate more in the story itself, but I wanted to do some character exploration with this one.
And, I'm so so sorry for being late with this update. I was feeling a little under the weather and I forgot! O:
If you want to see any couple or character in certain situations from this story, let me know. I'm taking suggestions! If I feel inspired by a suggestion or feel that I can make it work, I'll write them!
Originally posted on November 26, 2017 for 30 Days of Short Fiction. For more information on 30DoSF, please refer to the pinned entry on at my wordpress, linked available in my profile, or read the vague explanation under the announcements header on my profile page.
Side C
Cecilia remembers the first time Silas brought her to his house in Central City. She lived inside the library absorbing Wyatt's medical books. Back then, the shelves used to look much taller than they are. They used to hide her in the protective shadows they cast and it felt safe. She can reach the top shelves now and the shadows don't provide the comfort she needs.
The nurse watches her impatient from across the room as Cecilia gathers books. Roy stands at the edge of her memory, at the cusp of yearning, and her body remembers the pain. She opens a book she finds in one of the innermost shelves and wonders if Roy will come find her. She left her secrets behind for him to decipher. She fears his rejection. She loves him so much that if he left her here in Central City, believing the lies Silas weaved, her heart would shatter.
Her heart is broken.
She sits by the window with a stack of books and her mind runs circles back to Roy. The setting sun fills the room with fading reddish light and deepens the shadows of the library. She imagines him leaning against the table staring down at her with a cocksure grin and tries, as soon as he enters her mind, to erase him. She feels pain with his memory, as if her wounds are being reopened and her scars pulled apart centimeter by centimeter.
Darkness engulfs the room, and only then, he leaves.