Drabble A Day Tumblr Challenge

Day Eleven

Characters: Silena Beauregard, mentioned Charles Beckendorf, Malcolm.


She looks at the scythe charm in her hands, and wonders how something so evil could be so beautiful. Then she thinks of the book Malcolm made her read in his fit of rage a few years ago, and thinks that maybe, like Dorian Gray, there is a picture of her somewhere that gets crueler and crueler day by day.

Sometimes, Silena thinks that there isn't a picture at all. Just the mirrors she looks into.

And sometimes, she thinks that love isn't real. It's just an illusion — like hope, and affection, and all the other things that people like to cling on to, but don't exist. It's like they are so desperate, so wanting of a good tomorrow, that they cling on to those things.

She doesn't think of herself and how she clings on to Charlie, and how Charlie doesn't exist anymore. At least, she tries not to.

Silena looks at the scythe charm in her hands, and wonders how she could ever be prepared for this.


prepared

adj.

having made preparations; "prepared to take risks"


And quietly, silently, the spy whispers, "Not."