I am different...I am new and whole but stare at my eyes can you recognize me?
Can you see my soul?
Like I see yours?
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Coldness...numb and an echo of a voice, loud and angry,
"You have messed with things that are not to be touched!"
"I done what was right...what was honest and true"
"You understand the consequences?"
"Yes lord...I understand"
"Then set her free"
And I am falling...free falling through space.
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"He's over there...look" Clay grunts to Flynn. His brother peers down the dancers in the ballroom...sure enough a white suit stands out from the rest...over in the corner wearing a gold and white mask was their dad....even after everything that had happened Clay felt his heart tighten. Their dad was evil...and mad...but still he was their dad,
"But he has to die" Clay mutters too soft for Flynn to hear,
"How do you want to do this?" Flynn asks, his green eyes wide and trusting...filled with a dedication and loyalty that made Clay love his older brother fiercely,
"Quick and easy...I just want him gone" Clay says softly. They step through the dancing crowds with a simple ease...across the room Amilla stands holding a glass of champagne, she eyes them for a moment and stares at their dad, a silent message passing through her gaze. Clay nods to her and takes a breath....the end game...his last mission and it was for Scarlett...no...don't think about her, not right now. That was for later, if there was a later...he thought with a dark chuckle. It's as Clay is stepping towards his dad fumbling for a gun that he see's her. A girl...tall and slender. Blond long curled hair and a pure purple dress, she doesn't wear a mask and her skin is golden with small freckles dotted under her eyes...and her eyes are blue...blue and percing. In everyway she looks nothing like Scarlett but when she meets his gaze he stops in his tracks...his heart beating ten thousand times too fast... the world seems to stop around them and for some unknown reason Clay finds himself walking over to the girl and she in turn steps slowly over to him.
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When I wake...I'm outside on a balcony...my blond hair drifts in the wind and a soft lulling music drifts in the air. My memory is blank...I don't know who I am or where I am. I'm wearing a purple dress and cluthing a pure snow white feather...a golden sun is drifting down through the clouds,
"Go find him" A soft voice from nowhere says...I don't know who it or where it comes from but I stand and walk into a huge ballroom. People are dancing around me...I'm lost...And then I see him. A man with charcoal black hair and green eyes. I know him...I don't know how but I do....I remember a name,
"Clay?" I whisper it on my lips and he looks at me and his eyes flash. He steps up slowly to me,
"Scarlett?" The name feels right when he says it...and I know that, that's me...who I am,
"I'm lost" I breath,
"Are you real?" He asks and I nod...because I am real...well I think I am,
"I love you" I tell him because the words come to me and they feel right as well. Clay is crying but that's ok...because I'm crying to,
"I love you...how? How did you come back" He wants to know,
"I don't know" I mutter...and he shakes his head and quickly grabs my hand taking me into his arms...it feels right...everything about him is right.
CRACK!
The noise is startling and loud...followed by a hundred screams. I stare at Clay and his eyes are filled with shock...behind him a man is stood, a gun pointed at Clay...the man wears a white suit and has pale blue eyes which are empty and full of crazy emotions all at once. The ballroom is filled with noise but I barely hear it...Clay's face is filled in pain and he falls down to his knees. I see blood splattering down to the white marbled floor,
"No" I whisper...my legs collasp under me and I sink down with him. Clay's green eyes are already closing...I'm holding him in my arms tightly...shaking...
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three more gunshots...but this time it's not the white suit man...it's a different man who looks like Clay...but with dirty blond hair and deeper green eyes. He stares at me for a moment and then stares at the white suit man...a patch of scarlet blood is puddling on his shirt...his face is filled with shock and he is falling...falling down to the floor just like Clay did,
"Clay?" I whisper and I lift his head up...but his eyes are closed...his chest still. The man who looks like Clay stumbles over to us...
"Is he dead?" He asks softly. I can't answer...I'm crying to much. A flood of memories trail over me...holding this man in my arms...kissing him...loving him. Our bond...a hundred fights but an enernity of love...unbelievable love...pure and innocent and I remember that the man beside me is called Flynn and he is his brother,
"It's not right" I sob...my insides are burning...I can hardly breath...it's not fair...I hear a scream and relise it's me...I feel like I'm falling apart...dying myself and then...then...the noise of shouting people around us turns silent...a pure gold light fills the air...my screams still and a warmth fills my heart. Beside Clay a flash of light appears and for a single second I see the silhouette of a man...a man wearing a biker jacket, a long beard and a thick grin,
"S'up?" He asks and with a single wink...he dissapears in a furious burning red light...and the world is normal again...but silent.
A single white feather flutters down from the ceiling and lands on Clay's cheeks....and then...then Clay opens his green eyes and his chest gasps in the warm air,
"Scarlett?" He whispers...............
The End :)
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BitterBlue - Book two of the Bitter novels -
SpiritualI wasn't suppose to get stuck here. I can't stand it anymore. I can't watch his green eyes full of pain stare passed me, I can't watch him destroy his whole life because of his greif. I want to reach out and tell him I'm here but I don't know how. G...
