Get out.
That's what Brianna needed to do
in order to survive, in order to tear herself away from the confusion,
from the maze of riddles, of supernatural curse she'd affixed upon herself,
simply by being…
She'd drawn him without effort,
and…
It could mean the death of her.
That was why she was sitting in the
middle of the floor, throwing her belongings in suitcases; where she was
going, that wasn't something she'd decided yet.
Maybe…home.
He wouldn't think to find her there,
would he? He'd never think of looking in Havas, would he? She'd
never said anything about her hometown to him, and even if he'd seen the
name…
He'd never think of looking there…would
he?
She hoped not.
Dresses, jeans, t-shirts – all thrown
hastily in the open box, as if she knew something was going to happen,
as if the door was going to fling open, and he'd be standing there, thinking
of nothing more than…
Killing her.
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He'd thought about it, thought about
how easy it could be, just to go in, grab her from behind…
Snap that precious neck of hers
in half.
She'd be dead in seconds, wouldn't
feel a thing, and…
He'd be free.
But her voice had plagued his dreams,
those eyes were there everywhere he looked, staring at him questioningly,
longingly…
He'd reach into the mists, into
those hallucinations –
His bewitching angel and her sparkling magick.
Heavy breaths – if just for the reason
he'd been thinking, and she brought heavy sighs to his lifeless lungs.
It was strange, the way she could weave a spark around him, make him think…
He felt…almost alive again.
Eyes opened slowly, and he knew he
was going there, even before – before he'd got up, before…anything.
He'd go…to her.
What happened after that, he couldn't be quite sure of.