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[II] Skylet & Talon - An Introduction Or Two ✔ [revised 5/28]

Lightning strikes

Inside my chest to keep me up at night

Dream of ways

To make you understand my pain

 

Clouds of sulfur in the air

Bombs are falling everywhere

It's heartbreak warfare

Once you want it to begin,

No one really ever wins

In heartbreak warefare

 

If you want more love, why don't you say so?

If you want more love, why don't you say so?

 

Drop his name

Push it in and twist the knife again

Watch my face

As I pretend to feel no pain, pain, pain...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀- Heartbreak Warefare, by John Mayer

I'm sorry.

The phrase repeated in her head, echoing through all of her dreams.

Skylet wanted it to stop, wanted those two words to stop repeating like some stupid mantra. She didn't want to think at the moment, she didn't want to have to think about the whys. She didn't want to feel the tight and slow squeeze that would suddenly start when she thought about Chance. She didn't want to feel that feeling of betrayal, that quick twist of her heart and gut and the nausea that would start to rise in her throat, only to bring up stinging, bitter acid. She didn't want the message that her heart was clearly trying to get to her mind. She didn't want to think about Chance. Didn't want to feel it. Didn't want any of it.

Because it was a reality she was still unable to face.

It would mean that perhaps Skylet had no close friends to lean on in the castle. It would mean that she was alone, in a place that was supposed to be full of chatter, giggles, courting, servants, and nobles. It would mean that six long months of waiting and rambling and being excited and dreaming about him coming back and the conversations they would have – it would all be for naught. Nothing for a silly girl's follies.

So Skylet tried not to think.

She stared out into the blank darkness that seemed to envelope her day to night to day again. She would stare and focus hard on staring, trying not to think, at all. She found that the numbness was almost welcoming, but awfully lonely at the same time. She heard no voices but her own, and whenever she tried to speak, she couldn't. She opened her mouth. Moved it. But there was no sound.

And there never was.

And sometimes, Skylet wondered if she'd forgotten how to talk. But it didn't seem possible. One did not just simply forget how to talk.

And she tried to deny it by opening her mouth wide and forcing a scream out, but nothing ever came, as if there were just no words to describe her pain. Her soul was dark, yet empty; heavy, yet devoid of emotions. A nothing could not make a something. And Skylet was a nothing at that moment. There weren't enough colors or words or sounds to express how she felt, and she had no will to even try and attempt to express it any further.