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January 14 - January 26, 2025
“Defy Superstition Day?” “Ever heard of it?” “Can’t say I have.” “It’s a stupid holiday if you ask me. You can’t trust a holiday that was invented in 1999. You can’t trust the same year LFO made the charts. You saw what happened to them…”
Acceptance is a ten-letter prison we’re all eager to be locked in.”
She looked at me, and it drove me crazy, it drove me calm.
The eyes who saw me as more man than mask—more human than Heathen. And my heart ran freely, reminding me that there was still space in my chest for something other than darkness.
“I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t. No matter what they say, you were always mine, and you always will be.”
The kinds of stories written about creatures everyone feared the most, yet loved painfully without limitations. Because freaks like us deserved the strange and the weird. And a love so severe.
We chased each other in the deep dark woods until he led me to a tree he called “the upside-down, half-heart tree,” where he lifted me and sat me in the bend. I clung on to the white bark as he gazed up at me, wonder passing through his silver irises as I smiled down at him. Julian tilted his head to the side, then looked up at me again through thick and heavy lashes.
Then we laid under the moon where he showed me constellations. He pointed out Orion’s belt, the dippers, and told me the story of Sirius, the brightest star in the sky.
“Ipomoea alba,” he said and plucked a white flower from the vine and turned to face me. He swiped my hair from my face and tucked the flower behind my ear, his eyes sticking to mine. “There’s an entire world that wakes after nightfall. The moonflower only opens up under the light of the moon.” My breath held in my chest as his fingers lingered on my cheek, as if he were telling me so much more. As if there were multiple meanings planted between his words.
Zephyr Goody may be the shadow, but I could see in the dark.
And you’re so vague and back and forth. Like ‘Fallon, there’s no time, I must leave. Fallon, I can’t be apart from you. We are right together. Fallon, you need to go, it’s dangerous. Fallon, I can’t live without you,’” she mocked. I was smiling, shaking my head. “I do not sound like that.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “that’s exactly how you sound.” “I sound like a dick.”
“I’m saying, when it comes to you, I have no will. You have complete control over me. What’s cute is that you are oblivious to it.”
“You believe you’re gazing at the stars, when, in all reality, the entire galaxy is gazing at you.”
“If Julian wants to see me, he’ll have to either break out of that cell or haunt me. And if he doesn’t get out, and you happen to see him, tell him I said he’s nothing but a bitch-bitch.” I lowered my gaze. “You’ll have to say bitch twice because he’s being extra weak.”
If only she knew, the entire world could not love as much in an eternity as I love her in a day.
But once he knew I wasn’t going to go with him, that I would fight him every second of the way, his eyes calmed, saying: Okay, I’m not leaving you. We’re going to die. Together. Then they said, I love you, Fallon.
