Raven's Wings

Raven has existed for too long, or at least that is how she perceives it.

She was alive once, with her heart beating, rosy cheeks and warm breath, but one day that stopped. One day her heart stopped, the delicate pink drained from her face, and her breath froze, and even though that all happened, she was still able to remember and be here.

She could blame anyone for what happened, her father or her mother, the people in her village, herself, but that doesn't matter anymore. They are all dead, and as a man once said, "death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we once had shoulders smooth as raven's claws."

So Raven tries to forget, and forgetting is almost harder than remembering, even when liquor is the only substance she has consumed in hundreds of years. But even with all of that, the hardest part of forgetting is when she have a constant shadow, asking you questions, drawing her in, and making her want something more than the blissful satisfaction that comes with being numb.