you don't recover from a night like this

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

She watched as he seemingly pulled away the padlock with ease, even though he wasn’t entirely sound. She silently studied his battered body, wondering what kinds of things the hybrid had been subjected through throughout his lifetime. She would never ask, but still the curiosity remained. As he pulled the chains away from the iron and pushed the gate open, she couldn’t help but laugh at his words. "What makes you think I’ll need saving?" She asked, giving him a smirk as she easily slipped inside the cemetery. The light of the day was diminishing, and harsh shadows were thrown across the scenery. One couldn’t deny that it was eerie here.



"It’s Ryan," she added, walking past him and strolling towards a headstone. She crouched down, brushing her fingers against the cold stone and wiping away the grime that had collected. She traced the lettering, unable to read the name that was inscribed on it. "My name, I mean."

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