[private] your ghost haunts me; fyr

[Falter]

these days i'm becoming everything that i hate,
my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost

Falter runs. She never looks back, not even to see the reaction of her abrupt departure from the nameless angel. All she does is run. (The hellhound running not too far behind her.) Runs through the dark forest, over the rushing river, and into the meadow. At the edge of the meadow, she stops, her head falling, exhaling deeply as she finally catches her breath. She breathes heavily, feeling her heart racing. It’s caught in her throat, beating violently. (The hellhound stops behind her, sitting down, watching over her.) Death, she thinks. Why did she smell like death? Falter shakes her head, tossing away the thought. It would do her no good after all—she was helpless on the matter. At least he had tried. She thinks of the angel now. At least he had the courage to tell her the truth, even if his honesty had made her cry and run away. He had made her face she was not the same anymore. And she would have to accept whatever that meant. Looking up, Falter meets the morning sun rising above the horizon. It was a new day. A better one, she hopes.

Falter

@Fyr