In my dreams he stands there, looking at me with pity in his eyes.
"How could you have been so stupid," he says, his hand lifting to cup my chin. "No one could ever love you." His lip curls in a sneer, and the blue of his eyes turn stormy, a dark I’d never seen there before hovering just below the surface. Eyes I once wanted to drown in now causing me to falter, gasping for air.
"You have pretty words, Alothia, but they do not conceal this." His finger drives into my chest, poking right above my heart. "It is black, black as pitch. Black as the void. You really are stupid." Instead of his finger, now, it is his whole hand, plunged into the depth of my chest, wrenching out my heart with a grin.
I stand and watch, horrified, and as I slump to the ground, the only thing I see is his back as he walks away, tossing the blackened organ on the ground.
I sputter awake, staring into the darkness. I lie still so as not to wake him, ruminating on the haunting vision. I know he sleeps lightly. I know he does not know. How can I tell him?
And what is this? Portents of things to come? Or is it simply the Voices once more?
Death. The Hanged Man Reversed. The Heirophant. Perhaps they do not signal what happened before. Perhaps they shadow what will happen. If it is so…I don’t know what I’d do. Menphina…protect me.
"How could you have been so stupid," he says, his hand lifting to cup my chin. "No one could ever love you." His lip curls in a sneer, and the blue of his eyes turn stormy, a dark I’d never seen there before hovering just below the surface. Eyes I once wanted to drown in now causing me to falter, gasping for air.
"You have pretty words, Alothia, but they do not conceal this." His finger drives into my chest, poking right above my heart. "It is black, black as pitch. Black as the void. You really are stupid." Instead of his finger, now, it is his whole hand, plunged into the depth of my chest, wrenching out my heart with a grin.
I stand and watch, horrified, and as I slump to the ground, the only thing I see is his back as he walks away, tossing the blackened organ on the ground.
I sputter awake, staring into the darkness. I lie still so as not to wake him, ruminating on the haunting vision. I know he sleeps lightly. I know he does not know. How can I tell him?
And what is this? Portents of things to come? Or is it simply the Voices once more?
Death. The Hanged Man Reversed. The Heirophant. Perhaps they do not signal what happened before. Perhaps they shadow what will happen. If it is so…I don’t know what I’d do. Menphina…protect me.
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