Marigold

Albany believed that as long as she was breathing and her heart was pumping blood, nothing and nobody would release her from the chains that tied her to the past and from the future.

Albany waits and waits. Days and nights past, each more painful than the other. The chains grow thicker and stronger the more she pulls. Thorns and vines wrap around her as time passes by. Like strong, rough fingers around her neck, they suffocate her.

She's patient, but even patient people get impatient.

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Clutching a Marigold in his hand, Conner looks up from the ground, red lashes covering his amber eyes.

"You'll wait?"

Albany nods, a shy smile forming across her lips, "yeah, I guess I will."