It Was Yours All Along

Nate

There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me

Nate was getting bored of seeing the sun in scant slices, of only enjoying its light as it set and rose. It was one of those things he hadn’t expected to miss, and yet, here he was, wandering through the very edges of the civilized parts of the Hallowed Grounds, where there were more empty buildings than lived in ones.

Without anything to occupy his evenings, Nate had been bored. In his old life, hell, even before his ascension, he’d been able to waste the hours away, drinking and sleeping it off and repeating the process over. Now, he couldn’t be affected by drinks, and he had no need to sleep. It opened a lot of hours, hours that he didn’t know how to fill. So he went for walks. And thought. And crawled into bed beside Sam in the small hours, mumbling apologies or flirts depending on the night.

It wasn’t late enough to head back home though, so he walked, half mumbling a song to himself as he went, making turns at random, yet somehow still familiar. The half remembered shortcut from a different city, a different world. Nate was lost, in this world, he just didn’t know it yet.