Torn
The Worlds Challenge by TrisanaChandler13: Jah Keved – write about broken people.
It is the fifth time this month, and Lily decides that this is enough.
Autumn never sits well with her. It collects in the hollows of her stomach and throat and fills them with dust and decay. It is stifling, and every breath is an age of agony.
James does not do well in autumn either. He is eighteen years old and rotting from the inside out.
Lily wonders when it started. When childish arrogance and schoolboy bullying descended into cruelty. And such a one that adds disgust to decay, for he indulges in such refined forms of cruelty, wrought with skill and care. Bile surges up her throat when she considers him.
He comes to her this evening, hands red with the blood of humans, and soul a deeper crimson still. She knows her own is an echo of his.
She tells him that she is leaving.
There is the merest flicker of regret, a shadow of hurt across his face. A stoical shrug is all that follows; they both know they are too far gone for the saving.
Broken people.
Goodbye, she says.
Goodbye, he says.
Lily turns and leaves and wishes that the autumn would suffocate her.