She sits at my side, looking at the pavement, "Riley. You?"
I smile. Riley. Whispers sounding like dark laughter ring in my mind and I fight to suppress a frown, looking away for a second. Images flash through my mind, reminding me of the only family I'll have.
"Call me Gray," I smile, looking back at her.
Feelings of satisfaction, freedom, and dominance flood my senses and I feel a little more at ease. I brush my hand over her cheek and smile wider at her blush.
"Tell me about yourself, Riley. How much more wonderful can you get?"
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 freeze when he says his name, emotions coming back to me as my eyes tear up.
I never said goodbye...
I look away nodding, "Yeah...I know him," My words barely coming out as a whisper.
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Riley
He brushes his hand against my cheek and sigh at his question. "I-It's complicated. I-I'm a demigod. I like the color green. I have a twin brother. That's mostly it," I reply, glancing up at him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind