Beryllium

I stand on the edge of the world. My world. I think. I'm the king. I slip off the building into the darkness that awaits me. My cover.
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There was a girl. She stood, swaying in the carriage. She stared through the stained glass. As always. Ordinary girl. Ordinary life. Auburn hair. Green eyes. Kind heart. But alone.
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There was a boy. He sat, unseen. He stared into thin air. As always. But no ordinary boy. No ordinary life. Black hair. Blue eyes. Cold heart. Alone.
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Now I crouch. What a mess I've made! Dread swells inside me. The light flickers; then it is gone. Sunlight spills over us, highlighting the scene before me. I stand, shaking, and lift the dead weight over my shoulder.