This was pathetic and everything that followed that word.His mother, when she set her mind to it, could be worse than his father when it came to dressing up for church.Long-sleeved white shirt, white jeans, white shoes... all that was missing was for her to ask him to dye his hair the same color to match the paper, although, well, he already had it that way.He looked at his siblings and could tell they were preferring to die; he chuckled briefly. His mother was wearing a lovely, tight white dress, and his father was in a white suit as well.Anyone would think they were going to a wedding and the ones getting married were their parents, or worse, their siblings or him."If God exists, He's surely laughing at us," Sam said, causing laughter among his siblings and a furrowed brow from his parents.They were already on their way to the church, the car parked a few meters away; they got out and noticed the other people dressed in white as well, this commemoration seemed more like a wedd
The sky was painted with a beautiful orange hue, accompanied by fluffy white clouds with hints of light blue. The sun was hiding behind the tall green mountains, its rays scarce. Night was approaching.The church bell chimed for a couple of minutes until it stopped. The people inside the church were attentive to the words of the priest and each of his prayers."The night is approaching, the stars will come out, shining in that wonderful way in which our Lord shines in each one of us," the father said through the microphone, descending the small dim wooden stairs to the center where the pews were on each side. "Everything shines like a ray of light, like every worthy being on earth. We are the greatest brightness created by our Lord, God.""Ave... María..." Sam whispered, singing with a noticeable mocking tone that made Robert and the snow-haired one laugh. He imitated trumpet sounds.The three of them laughed until their father scolded them."This is boring," Sam said, sitting on the
The lines that were being drawn slowly descended throughout the image. Those lines left perforations as they descended, like the line that appears when something in ceramic begins to crack.Indeed, the crucified image of Jesus was breaking. But even more so, his face turned dark, and his eyes, those closed eyes, ceased to be closed. He looked straight ahead, his eyes open without blinking. His head went from being tilted down to being upright. The blood around his face began to drip onto the floor.That gaze, that dark gaze, completely dark. And a sinister smile formed on his lips.Everyone looked at it in fear; this was something that had never happened before.The head of the image began to move frantically until it exploded.Most people, on their knees, screamed.The eagle flew overhead in circles, without stopping, until it reached the front of the church. The priest was on the ground, not knowing what to do.The eagle perched above the altar, folding its wings. A deep breath fol
Midnight was present. The cold breeze rustled some yellowing fallen leaves at the base of the lush trees. And the sharp sounds of insects were equally present.Large white clouds covered the dim moon. The few stars that provided brightness surrounded it in contrast to the dark sky.Through the window of the room, the dull glow of the moon entered without asking for permission. It was the only light in the room, along with the lamp on the bedside table next to the sofa near the arched window.He sat at the foot of the bed. His hands were clasped between his legs, his head lowered, and his gaze lost, much like someone lost in the depths of a forest.Tears fell one after another down his white cheeks, passing through his chin until they landed in the center of his hands.His breathing was slow, his heart shattered.Could it get any worse?His brow furrowed as he heard a faint female voice descending from below. Her high-heeled shoes made a sound as she climbed the next step.And before s
"I promise you...With arms extended on the back of the sofa, her brown gaze fixed on the fire that didn't fade from the fireplace.That fire, that burning fire of the fireplace brought back memories.The height of its blaze.Its colors.That icy blue combined with red, it was so identical to that fire.To the fire of hell itself.To the hell that hasn't entered in a long time, knows nothing. It has no idea what will happen down there.Or maybe it does.A celebration reveling in the woman he calls a wretch, celebrating the act she committed.Stupid whose idiotic image for doing evil is a graceless eagle.She took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes until opening them minutes later.Getting angry now would serve no purpose.There's no alcohol to calm down now, and she doesn't have the idiot Skalliet in front of her to confront.Anger for now, a waste of time."Go back to the room.""I don't want to," she said, stepping down the last step of the stairs. "I can't sleep," she mutt
Apart from his breathing, she felt a chest rising and falling slowly. His head was resting to the side, his cat-like eyes still closed, and his white hair taking up a large portion of his snowy face. His arms were around her waist, embracing her.He was lying on top of her. His legs slightly open around the waist of the snow-haired girl, his fingers caressing her back over her shirt. Elijah stretched a bit until his head found a spot in the hollow of Melia's neck.His breath collided with hers.Melia looked at the clock above the window; it was four in the morning.Everything seemed to be moving slowly, especially when sleep didn't take hold of her.It never does, not anymore."Grumpy..." the snow-haired boy spoke drowsily."Yes?""Is it just me, or do I weigh too much for you?"Upon the question, Melia smiled sideways."For me, you're like a thin leaf without any vitamins," she replied, and the snow-haired boy tapped his right leg, pretending it hurt. "It's true," she laughed briefly
The snow, as white as foam itself, covered the sides of the road. The air blew briefly but with its characteristic chill. The walnut trees were completely covered in the snowy snow, and the squirrels quickly descended from the tall trees. She walked along the edge of the street, and some people she encountered looked at her with intrigue. She was someone they had never seen before in the entire block, let alone such a beautiful woman with skin bathed in sunlight. Her black coat stood out at some point, as did her walk. She simply returned the greetings to the few who passed by.She paid no attention to the gaze of others. In fact, this time, she only needed to reach the place she wanted to go.She never thought she would admit it, but the cold was taking its toll.She walked with her gaze forward, her hands in the pockets of her coat, and her neck covered by her gray flannel scarf. Lost in her thoughts, she heard a groan and, at the same time, someone falling seated on the snow. She s
Ear-to-ear smile, a nonsensical hum, as he descended the stairs with a certain rhythm. He was definitely very happy, one might even say excessively so.He reached the kitchen and greeted everyone cheerfully. It caught everyone's attention and sparked their curiosity as to why he was so animated and smiling."If you don't mind me asking..." Rebekah began. "Can we know why you're so happy?""I don't know!" he exclaimed, still smiling. "No, I do know why!""Then tell us," Fox requested amidst laughter."Well..." He sat on a tall wooden stool while Za spread butter on the toast. "Yesterday, well, with everything that happened..." His voice trailed off at a certain point, and everyone understood why. "After what I saw, I couldn't sleep. And when I talked to Melia about it and suddenly fainted, I woke up and didn't know what else to do, so I decided to go downstairs to the first floor. Melia was there, and I noticed she was a bit pensive. I approached her, sat down, and she told me many thi