a house full of whispers

REMI

the lullaby

walk me home in the dead of night

The light has made everything worse? better? dull and flat.

I can see, but I know not what the shadows are of. All I know is that they now have voices and starlit eyes that crinkle with amusement. I think I've even seen a hand—certainly, I've felt them, small fingers against mine, tugs on my shirt—and I think I'm supposed to run follow them.

I open my mouth to scream ask her them to wait, but they don't, because I can't. I follow like a ghost trying to break through, but the light is fading...fading...

gone.

I am with her. It's cold and gods if that isn't a relief. Her blood sings over my skin and I want to paint her portrait with it. Her eyes glow without light, her laughing mouth a chasm into which I might fall forever. I think I'm falling already.

There was something I was meant to hold onto...something I was supposed to remember. It was..something small? Yes. Small and silver. It fit so easily into my hands, and it was supposed to help. Help with what?

Oh, I remember now. It was meant to help free me. To help me get back to him her.

Yes. I remember now.

It was the knife.

because i can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!