I walk to stand next to Jamie, my hand on the slight bulge growing and watch Rayah with caution. She reaches out for him with a weak smile and I take a deep breath, liking how that's the first time she's smiled in like five days.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I go to the window and look outside as to watch for signs of life, the only thing illuminating the streets were street lights at this point. But my senses were not normal, I could sense when there was movement or when some at a distance was talking. I just stood there as to listen for anything to happen.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
Jace smiles at his wife and sits at her side, trying to bring her fully back. I take Brooklyn's hand and glance at her stomach, wondering if the bond those two have will ever been reachable for us.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I walk back out with a whiskey in hand and set it on the table. "Look Rayah,"she looks up, not smiling. She doesn't move. Doesn't react. I look at her, wide-eyed.
"Rayah are you seriously kidding me?" I ask, dumbfounded.
She looks back at Jace and tries to hug him but can't. They just go through eachother. She starts to tear up and I look at Jamie, quick. "She's gonna explode."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jace dissapears and Rayah freezes, her eyes going black. No emotion whatsoever. She's...it's hard to describe. I walk infront of her, waving my hand infront of her face. "Rayah, Rayah can you hear me?"
A tear runs down her cheek and something in my heart breaks. "I-It's gonna be alright. H-He's gonna come back."
Still no emotion. I take a step back and look at Jamie, Rayah not moving a muscle.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I freeze, completely silent, and wait to hear a voice or a breath inside of me. Nothing. I'm a shell without its contents. If he's not in me....then where is he?
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside