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Her crimson gaze watched the flames lick the air as her thoughts turned somber. Their God, the God of their father, protected them, but she didn't believe he laid out their futures. That would make the world too simple, to be given something on a platter. After all she'd been through, she couldn't bring herself to agree with her brother's ideal. God wouldn't have planned out such pain for one of the children who loved him. At least, she hoped that was so.
The words of her brother reassured her of her place in his world, but not of the world around them. Ezekiel would never stop loving her, a fact she so desperately wanted to believe. A heavy sigh passed through her muzzle, body shifting to face the golden male; for a moment, she merely gazed at him. Faint tears built up before the hated crimson eyes she shared with their mother. "I wish I could be more like you, Zekie. Where did all that time go? When did we grow up?" Days had blurred into one solid mass, leaving her confused about how and when she'd reached the point they were at. The deceased uncle who'd pushed her into herself had left marks that hadn't healed, still fresh for the world to see. All that time, and nothing had changed. She was merely older.
She fell back against the ground, staring at the earthen roof of her brother's home with dull eyes. Everything was different, and she just wanted something normal back, something she could use to ground the rest of her world. Despite clear proof of the contrary, Talitha believed she could return to what was; it never occurred to her that God had made her in the image of her family, lacking fundamental sanity necessary to pursue a life of joy. With Ezekiel in her life, everything seemed possible. It was disappointing that nothing was.
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