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MAGISTRATE COURTS DARKEST HOUR
I told him no matter how sacred or secret our bond—that I would look for him everywhere. I would go to the ends of the Earth to find him, knowing deep down that he was gone forever and no one could ever replace him—no matter how hard I tried. I would look for him in every strangers face, in every old photograph. Nothing would ever take the pain away; nothing. The words haunted me. The beautiful words I spoke haunted me. I watched tears spill from myself as I told him I would never forget him; I would hold on until it was safe to let go. I begged him to do the same as I curled up like a child and cried, turning inward; the tears burning my chest until I could no longer breathe. Wishing for time to turn back one day, one week, one month, or one year but that couldn’t change what would happen next. Now, I wish I had one more year, I wish he could see me as I am now, how proud he would be. Of course, it’s the curse of knowledge, of hindsight, of memory, of will-power…and it is fickle. In my last bit of lucidity I promised to protect her, to watch over my mom and keep her safe. I promised to look after my brothers and sisters until the swallowing moons took me away. I promised to do everything in his honor. I fought to hold my composure and be strong for him, and here I sit a ravaging mess consumed by the bitter taste of death…scared to step into that next step, afraid of the unknown…
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Abelard - Chapter 14 - Abelard - Father sets him down for 'The Talk'
The city of Lusterlin, light lit by the half full moon above, was truly a beautiful place. Abelard paused, briefly, at his favorite viewing spot on the bridge, the reflection of the moon's glow visible on the Lustre river below. The same spot he had accidentally startled the moon gazing Darkling.... Was it truly only weeks ago? It seemed a lifetime!
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 years ago in Fiction
“The Prison, the Prober, and the Proof”
Returning to consciousness this time took every bit of mental effort that Kah’terra could muster. Part of him wanted so badly to remain in the Cathedral that it was like dragging an anchor against the rest of his will. But he held true to the desire to see his comrades again, and eventually, he began to gain an awareness of his surroundings.
By David White3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 31
Read Chapter 30 Here After a week, Miriam gave up nagging Key, especially since he was spending less time with Jo anyway. She hoped the issue had taken care of itself. He was still distance from her and the other girls, but they were also fast approaching the end of the first quarter, and they were all worried about their first round of exams. Tilli had schedules time in one of the magic practice rooms to prepare for "whatever Theelnin will throw at us," and Ayan's copy of Laura Pfieffer's travel journal was marked with so many extra pages, Miriam was surprised it closed. Key went everywhere with the trousers she had made, carefully embroidering the hems and pockets in her spare time, and Mat read. All day long.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
