Silhouettes
Autumn (55-60)
Prompt: stranger
Angela's pov
She'd expected a weird person for sure, however she didn't know in what manners. First indicator was his name (Wizard? What was up with that?). Then there was also the item she was entrusted to bring him (a bizarre mushroom she didn't dare touch with her bare hands).
His clothes and accessories fitted with that prediction and so did his silver strands of hair and heterochromatic eyes.
He didn't even mind her dazed staring.
(Angela was unsure which reaction made the most sense; fascination and admiration, or resentment – for he succeeded in what she had been struggling for so long.)
Prompt: innocence
Molly's PoV
You used to wonder if Kasey told Maya about your past relationship.
When she crashes besides you on the grass while you're fishing and, with rosy cheeks and an apologetic look, asks if you'd accept to talk with her about boyfriends and the likes ("Nobody wants to! Apparently I'm annoying!"), you know he didn't.
Guilt pools in your stomach and you have no choice but to nod yes. Poor girl, left behind with her heart full of scraps of hope and glass-like promises but nothing in her hands.
She instantly brightens, and you dearly wish she'll forever be like this.
Prompt: heartless
After a season of living together, Angela and Molly had settled into a routine. While the eldest was up at 6 A.M., she only requested the other's help in the afternoon. Lunch was sister time, and starting at 6 P.M. their schedule was free. Molly went to sleep minutes before eleven; Angela an hour later.
That night was different, but Angela didn't question why her sister stayed up until midnight.
(See, some have it worse, and they still live happily! You can do it.)
Each preoccupied with their thoughts, silence took over.
(You monster, selfishly lying to that undeserving girl...)
Prompt: recovering
Angela's PoV
For once, her dreams stay peaceful that night.
(Even though her sister was acting weird in the evening. Even though her solution isn't really one.)
It is still a possibility, a way to escape the bird cage she trapped herself in. A little light that might indicate the way out and not burn her to ashes.
It will surely stay as a firefly for a few days, only a foreign dot of kind hope, but for the broken ghost she has been, it means heaps.
And when she wakes up, the pleasant feeling follows her awake, warming up her thoroughly.
Prompt: ad nauseam
Chase's PoV
Her name is stuck in his brain.
(Hey Maya, why are you not talking to me anymore? The way you used to. Not that too polite, too distant chatter you use now.)
It's printed in large, frequent would've been.
(Why are you sad about his absence?)
Then it turns to should've been.
(I thought you liked our past life. The days where he didn't exist, before he followed that farmer–)
After lost hours of thinking and regretting and wishing, another name emerges. A name written in scorn, so wide it covers the guilt overpowering his heart.
(It's her fault.)