“Syrus…” Forest whispered. “Kiss me.”
He could see her clearly in the dark; her long tresses
falling over her shoulders, her eyes spread madness in his mind, beckoning him.
But every time he reached for her, his fingers drifted right through her and
she’d vanish.
Loneliness had crystallized inside Syrus’ blood. The spiked
edges lacerated him with every beat of his heart. The dark womb offered no
warmth or comfort. His mind was stuck on an infinite loop that caused such
terrible agony and sorrow; Forest. His self-induced hallucinations of her were
a double-edged sword that cut going in and coming out, but he couldn’t find the
power to stop having them. Physically he was weak like an old man. The cell
made his mage power useless. Syrus could do nothing but wait.
-FROM FOREST FIRE
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