So I wrote a little sneak peek for later in Blink (with much better writing, because it's not just an idea to throw down) and I decided to share it with y'all. I also posted it in the first chapter of Blink, so if you see that notification, that's why.
Here you go c:
(also there are no capital letters bc you know how my phone be)
i recall, dimly, how her tears fell, like tiny insects scuttling in fear from the light behind her eyes (still bright, somehow, acting as a light to guide the way in the darkest part of her life). icy lips tremble, the breath from them forcefully shallow, as if her lungs were malfunctioning. she had refused to look at me at the time, so bitterly ashamed of what made her human; she was beautiful - stunning - even when falling apart, and i think that's what drew me to her in the first place. i saw her as someone who needed help; i saw her as someone whose tears would always be there, gone, but not absent, waiting behind tired eyes with every intention of springing forth at the first opportunity.
it's hard to believe that such a person - so tired, so hopeless - was the same as the one who stood before me now. her eyes still glistened, but not with tears; instead, they shone like small suns, promising death to those who oppose her. teeth, that had previously clamped down on sobs - biting, gritting, clenching, because, though she was beaten, she was not dead - now bared in a snarl, a message to her enemies.
step forward if you crave an early death. step forward, if you are such an idiot. step forward, and let me show you what i'm made of.
i was wrong, i realized, as the battle began. she didn't need help.
she needed hell.
