March 31, 2022, 06:27 PM
(This post was last modified: April 05, 2022, 05:32 AM by Reyes (Ghost).)
There was nothing he could do within the limits of the caldera that didn't make him think of Teya, or Towhee, or the kids - those that lived and those that brewed - and so he left.
To be fair, she'd left him first.
Don't be a little bitch, Reyes.
After a few hours of pointless wandering, Reyes had hiked his way up the side of a mountain. The sun was going down; above him only stars, spreading as far as the eye could see, with somnolent birds singing themselves to sleep.
What was he doing here? Hell if he knew. It was a nice view though - of the sky and the valley below. Reyes stood there staring down to the paradise that was the Caldera - even at this distance it was recognizable to him.
And he thought, I'm sorry Teya.
He thought about his father, too.
To be fair, she'd left him first.
Don't be a little bitch, Reyes.
After a few hours of pointless wandering, Reyes had hiked his way up the side of a mountain. The sun was going down; above him only stars, spreading as far as the eye could see, with somnolent birds singing themselves to sleep.
What was he doing here? Hell if he knew. It was a nice view though - of the sky and the valley below. Reyes stood there staring down to the paradise that was the Caldera - even at this distance it was recognizable to him.
And he thought, I'm sorry Teya.
He thought about his father, too.
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When you torture an angel, it screams. - by Reyes (Ghost) - March 31, 2022, 06:27 PM