| "Look," she said, "what do you want me to tell you? I'm sixteen. I haven't done anything terribly important with my life--sometimes I wonder if I ever will. And it makes me mad, but most people still think of me as 'just a kid.' Like I don't mean anything because I'm younger than them. So," and she looked them in the eye, "really--what do you want me to say?" |
mah Satisfied, she grabbed a bottle of water from one of the bags Xadian had set on the floor and headed toward the back of the library.mah by ~AdisCrow
The door to the records room stood open, but she was stopped at the top of the stairs by the terrible silence emanating from below. The steps descended into darkness; the flickering fluorescent lights must have finally burnt out.
"Dad?" she whispered.
"Eliza."
She rushed down the stairs, stumbling at the bottom as her eyes were forced to adjust. She saw his eyes first, too bright and reflecting the light from behind her, and then the rest of him came into focus, a slumped s-shape suspended from behind by his
Stained Sky by ~AdisCrow
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