10-30-2008, 02:46 AM
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They all seemed like foreign things. Breathing, the soft sound of a heartbeat in his ears in the quiet of the night, the cold and blustery wind that brought small droplets of rain that seemed to sting at his skin. He could feel the chill in the air, the slippery leaves beneath his feet as he made his way through the forest. Most of all, though, was the pulsing pain that seemed to exist in the area where his son's arm had once been. It was a hollow sort of pain, like it existed right down inside the bone, and it was completely unexpected to him. Such a subtle pain was not about to stop him from what he meant to accomplish, though. He wanted to touch her, smell her, exist with her, even if only for a single night. He could see, if only faintly, the soft glimmer of light through the windows of the quaint building as he approached. She was inside, he knew, because her scent leaked out from beneath the door, grabbing hold of his nose and refusing to let go, coaxing him to her. At some point during the transition his son's eyes had faded, leaving a pale blue-green color in one and a milked over film in the other, a mixture of the two beings that existed in the single body. It was those eyes that traced the lines of the door as he neared it, that watched with careful attention as one hand moved to open the door. "Poe?" His voice was odd, even to him, a mixture of strong and weak, everything and nothing. |