The Painting of the Wall

"The khaki skirt and yellow button up they wore felt warm enough. The layers under it bordered on hot if they were honest. Maybe the last time they wear a camisole during a snow. They knew enough to know it would be warmer than last night. Maybe they were just moving. Styx walked started slowly. A white shawl was strewn across their shoulders and they walk across the street with their... their escort. They had a new servant to walk them to school each week. Why talk to them? Styx was sure they weren't supposed to talk to him now anymore.

'Just be yourself!'

Styx tried that the first year. It's a big joke, that people, 'maybe the right people!' will like them. The only person who really liked him was himself. They hated it but at least they always had their own love. He know they were lucky because other people don't, but Styx might be dead if they didn't. "

Styx and Ghost both have a lot of work to do...

(I'm going to publish this for sale, but hopefully you all enjoy the preview!)