A novela I wrote, not much to day about it really.
“I came next and met up with him, but I doubt I will escape. And now you have come,” he stared at her. “Thrice now the wheel hath turned… he was right…” There was something off about that look, it was him but it was like he was slipping. He wasn’t quite his usual self.
He stayed completely still for a while, just staring at Kisara with his piercing green-blue eyes. Kisara didn’t dare break the silence.
“How can you be here?” he asked his voice almost inaudible, it was full of sadness. His eyes were so intense, so deep, so very blue, yet green too. Like the ocean. Her voice deserted her. “You are not here…”
He trailed off at the end, his aqua eyes dropping from hers, releasing her from his gaze.
“You are not here,” he repeated to himself pulling his hands over his ears and rocking back and forth.
Kisara found her voice. “Lucas? Are you ok-?”
“SHUT UP!” he yelled at her suddenly, his temper flaring in an instant. His eyes flashed black, and then his iris disappeared, leaving only bottomless white, bloodshot, waxen wells. “Shut up, shut up shut up!!”
Kisara reeled backward in shock, her voice lost again.
“Why can you not just leave me be!?” he cried. All of a sudden he threw the lamp on the ground. It smashed with a ringing clang and small shards of glass flew around the room. The tiny flame caught onto the rotting wood floor and instantly erupted into a bright inferno.
The white and blue flames swirled around them like a torrent of destruction.
Kisara’s skin burned as the great inferno grew, engulfing the cramped room. She screamed and smoke filled her protesting lungs, burning her throat. She coughed and a small amount of blood poured from her mouth, landing on the blaze with a sickening hiss. Her knees buckled under her and she fell to the hot ground, further into the flaming mass.
It engulfed her.
It was too much. She couldn’t fight it. The heat … the agony… she couldn’t take it any longer. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see anything but the radiant flame and the dark smoke that would be her undoing.
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