Winged Cupid Painted Blind
Prologue
"With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern." Matthew Arnold (Morality)
In the cemetery, Julia held the gun concealed in the pocket of her overcoat. The cold silver handle chilled her no more than the rain dripping from the dark clouds above.
"It was raining that day," was all Julia could say facing the man that, after all these years, still made her think twice.
"You didn't come because of the rain?" Spike responded, his voice tender and demanding at the same time. With the gun now revealed, Julia took cautious steps toward Spike, the barrel pointed in his direction.
"Vicious sent me to kill you." She said abruptly, not knowing what to expect. The barrel of the gun zigzagged off of Julia's intended target, and her eyes sprouted tears to mix with the freshly falling rain. Spike did not flinch. She looked into his mismatched eyes and faltered for the last time that night, 'What path led me to this place?' Julia's mind frantically thought, and was sent backwards into a vortex of time and space whilst her body kept on going forward, till collapsed in Spike's embrace, dropping the gun. And there it fell, toward the dark and gray pavement.