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
Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. — Neil Gaiman