Story cover for Apothecary and Qilin by rayanoshana
Apothecary and Qilin
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    Parts 7
  • WpHistory
    Time 28m
Ongoing, First published Sep 09
Mature
A graying canvas scarred and bruised with swollen thunderheads drew in heavy and still; its breath growling in a low rumble.
A restless whisper, building an unwavering anticipation, shaking the very air as the wind's voice carried a sorrowful wail-singing a song of tragedy.
The first drops of rain slither down the roof's plate tiles, like a widow's tears upon a pool of crimson red.
A dying voice.. a cynical sinister vow..
"I trusted you..."
A final sigh. 
"You. Will. Pay."
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My shelter from the storm

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Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"