His Evil Cinderella (On Hiatus)

A Winter Song

 CHAPTER SIX

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~He's trying just to live his life

He's trying just to make things right

Always so misunderstood

His thoughts shatter like glass

Nobody knows how long it's gonna last…~

(Falling, Runner runner)

Picture: Luther Lyndon.

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 Unnamed.

That’s who she was.

 Her name had been crushed and devoured so long ago by the aging dust that fell around her in shimmering golden curtains in the fading sunlight. It didn’t even matter now, knowing who she was…who she’d once been. Her past roiled inside her, hovering around like mist, just like it’d always had. It had always been chasing her, closing on her until it swallowed her whole, leaving only her screams as memory.

She didn’t know who she was. She preferred this short, blissful, amnesiac state before everything started to rapidly unravel around her.

Her lungs felt heavy, as if they’d been doused by sand, blocking her airways. The air she breathed in was pure winter, despite the warm gold of sunset drenching her. Oh…a sweet, bitter feeling fluttered inside her sleeping heart at that. She let out a mirthless laugh, her dry throat burning.

She was alone.

Hasn’t it always been like this?

Once, she knew who she was, a bellicose bloom of a flame in the dark. That flame had been extinguished by the sole, dark throes of her own heart. She pushed herself into the evanescent nothingness now, clutching at its dissolving threads desperately. She didn’t want the light anymore. She was content where she was.

No, she was gripped with fear.

She didn’t want to wake up. She knew what would happen if she opened her eyes again---she didn’t want to feel those ensnaring, beguiling emotions ever again. Her breath hitched into a painful, shuddering gasp as a tidal wave of new feeling surged through her and her heart stuttered to a stop.

He is awake.

He is waiting.

And she remembered.

::^!^::

God, he ached.

When Rae came to, that was the first thing which came hurtling into his mind. His body thrummed with undulating pain, as if he’d been thwarted with icy shards.

Sluggishly, his mind attempted to assess the situation. He was sprawled on his back on something craggy and soft at the same time. It felt like he’d been trapped inside the freezer for too long---his body was stiff with cold. The texture beneath his fingertips was slick. Water lapped with the dry land, the soothing sound creating harmony with the gentle rustle of dry leaves. An invisible owl hooted somewhere above.

So calm.

‘Ugh.’

Rae cracked his heavy eyes open. A grinning full moon greeted him, showering him with its soft luminescence. He closed his eyes again, too tired to open them again for a while.