The unlikely union of light and darkness.
"My soul is ruined; made of dead stars, and darkness. And yet, you managed to find light in my hollow heart. Beauty in my unholiness. You mended the fissures of my being. And for that, I shall worship you fo...
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LILITH STARED AT THE PILE of limp bones that used to be Dawn Mallor, face seized with horror. Blood roared in her ears, pounding, and echoing a feeling she knew too well. Fear. Every inch of her flesh pricked with it. It was like needles violently sinking into her, draining her lifeblood until she was much too dizzy, much too weak. She could nearly taste the familiar burn of Death on her tongue.
"Dawn..."
Silence answered, and Lilith felt her stomach violently curl in on itself.
"Dawn?" The word was spoken with a feral urgency, a quiet refusal tugging, and blurring its edges. But again, there was no response. Lilith blinked away the tears in her eyes, and forced herself to move- every step of hers unsteady, every breath ragged, broken, and every thought reduced to a single word.
No.
Dawn Mallor could not be dead. Lilith would not allow it. She would not let herself believe it. Not until she felt the barren stillness inside Mallor's chest. Until she herself saw the dullness veiled over Mallor's eyes.
But the silence- It was a soundless enemy. Lilith could feel it gnawing at her will, wearing it down. Every moment of silence was a lost victory. A step closer to loss.
When at last she reached Dawn's body, a fresh wave of fear crashed against her. Unable to keep her feet, Lilith dropped to her knees. "Oh Gods," she rasped, hands immediately flying to Dawn's chest, fingertips searching for the thump of a heart. "Please. I need- I can't-'' each word burned her throat, but she choked them out anyway. "-can never loose you."
Please.
Suddenly, Dawn gasped, her mouth pulling a desperate, lungful of air. Her hand found a bruising grip on Lilith's shoulder. Rough nails met sharp bone as she coughed, and swept her eyes wildly around the room. Wisps of confusion swirled around her blackened orbs.
A heaviness clung to her breast. A coldness kissed her soul. An emptiness ghosted over her alarm as memories flooded back to her.
Memories that pulsated with longing, and secret desire; that burned with wandering gazes, and fleeting touches. Memories of an almost kiss, and a heartless whisper, a cruel awakening- You are not her. And in quick, flashing succession, memories of her hyperventilating. Of a heart shattering into pieces. Of sinking, and-
