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Silver hair spills from her head, pouring down her back. And if I make it out of this unscathed, I’m determined to find a fabric of the same shimmering shade.
Tears
I peer over the dozens of heads dotting the street, watch her walk toward the coach with hair that tells me all I need to know.
So, this is the famous Silver Savior.
Scraps of fabric are my only company.
The whole thing sounds far more depressing than it is, really. This is a very temporary state of loneliness.
If there is a God, this man is certainly proof that He has His favorites.
“You sneezed in my hand.” His arm is stretched out in front of him as he blinks down at his palm in disbelief.
It’s oddly comforting, finding someone with the same power running through their veins. No matter how rude they seem to be.
There is not a single cynical thought to deny the fact that she may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
“See the world however you’d like, but at least watch your step while you do it.”
That’s when my feet leave the ground. I gasp, possibly squeal, when he lifts me onto the counter with ease.
JAW DROPPED
I happen to look up in time, witnessing the beautiful accident that has happened. I’ve made him smile.
Even worse, I fear that I am, in fact, beginning to enjoy her. What a terrifying realization, to admit one’s admiration for another.
“You did the right thing. Run to me. Always run to me.” Except that I won’t be here much longer. If everything goes according to plan.
“There is quite the difference between fragility and delicacy.”
“So, you think I’m delicate?” She tilts her head in question. “Don’t you want to be handled with care?” This leaves me speechless.
STOP IT RNNNN
That is when I begin striding toward the door, shoving daggers into the band of my pants. I can hear the concern in her voice. “Where are you going?” The door swings open. “To find them.”
I wake to the smell of sticky buns. Just as I have every morning after Mak went to find the men who chased me into his arms.
A common misconception about me is that it’s always easy to talk. But truly, it depends on who is listening.
“Just because I’m a lover, doesn’t mean I can’t admire the fighters.”
“This”—he twists my hips with little effort—“is how it should feel when you throw a punch.”
ERMM someone must’ve learned from Mr kai
Mama always did say I was much too eager for my own good. My impatience ensures that I won’t gradually fall for someone.
“Again, Dena.” I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Dena.
OK OK BUT DOESNT BRO HAVE A GF????
“I figured she was pretty important for you to go through all this trouble to see her one last time.”
Right. I’m supposed to be seeing her one last time. Not attempting anything treasonous.
“Come on, Dena. You won’t hurt it.” And there I go again. Claiming her.
He’s not exactly a ray of sunshine, but perhaps something equivalent to a moonbeam.
MOONBEAM ICECREAMMMMM
“I am here to escort you to the castle.”
“You have been summoned as a seamstress on behalf of a Purging Trials contestant.”
“I need to get her out of there! Out of this kingdom! And if you’re too deep within the castle, I won’t be able to wield your power,”
“Yes, Adena, wield your power,” he breathes. “Because that is what I do. What I am.”
“You had me!” I choke. “You had me, and I would have kept your secret. You have no idea what I’m willing to do for the people I care about. But you lied.”
OMWWW
But it’s what she’s elegantly stitched up at the top that has a smile tugging at my scar. Keep practicing!
But I never imagined it would be this difficult to leave. Because now there is her and every moment after.
I had never known happiness before her. But if there is to be an after in which she doesn’t exist, I know I never will again.
STAWPPPP
