Rosie's Bloom
For a moment I almost feel loved.
Images form in the dark: the fortress walls, Ares’s banner whipping in wind, Aria standing beneath it, her mark glowing. She glows for them, but her glow is mine. The thread that links us pulses red through every vision. When she sleeps, I can feel her dreams flutter against mine like trapped birds.
She pretends not to hear me.
But every tide that breaks against her shore is a whisper of my name.
I tilt my head back and open my mouth. The water rushes in, filling my throat, and when I exhale, it leaves as song. Not human music too low for breath, too high for ears. The Choir answers, and the sea begins to move.
Bab Populer