11-10-2008, 11:14 PM
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Dated the night of November 28th
It was snowing again. Each time it snowed, he thought of the rain. Each time he thought of the rain, he thought of the fire. He remembered the scarred man, a stranger, a lover, a brother, and knew something was coming to a head. So Ahren walked, following that faint ringing, following the scent of death and dandelions. Snow collected on his fur, turning it damp, darkening it, but he felt nothing. He had gotten his wish. He didn’t feel anything anymore.
That cottage broke his line of vision. Ahren stopped, and stood still for a long time, simply looking at it. He inhaled, waited until the cold air in his lungs turned warm, and breathed out. Two steps. Something in the forest muffled, and dampened the sound of the bells. Another two steps. One hand reached out and touched the door, felt white-hot fire, and he knew something was about to break.
Ahren pushed open the door and walked into the building.
It was snowing again. Each time it snowed, he thought of the rain. Each time he thought of the rain, he thought of the fire. He remembered the scarred man, a stranger, a lover, a brother, and knew something was coming to a head. So Ahren walked, following that faint ringing, following the scent of death and dandelions. Snow collected on his fur, turning it damp, darkening it, but he felt nothing. He had gotten his wish. He didn’t feel anything anymore.
That cottage broke his line of vision. Ahren stopped, and stood still for a long time, simply looking at it. He inhaled, waited until the cold air in his lungs turned warm, and breathed out. Two steps. Something in the forest muffled, and dampened the sound of the bells. Another two steps. One hand reached out and touched the door, felt white-hot fire, and he knew something was about to break.
Ahren pushed open the door and walked into the building.