The row never came. I never had the opportunity to bring it up because the need to move, to make contact found us. That very night, I'd only just laid down to sleep when I heard it: a telepathic cry. A Tomorrow Person was crying out, asking if there was anyone left alive ( Read more... )

I can't sleep. It's weird that I can't sleep, when I should be curled up - or stretched out - sleeping like a baby. Yet, I'm wound tight as a spring. I feel like there's something waiting for me, and like I'm falling into a life of complacency. I'm beginning to go through the motions again, and it's living me . . . empty. And every single day that ( Read more... )

( Short entry, cut for language. )

It's official. There's not another soul alive within a three-mile radius. I finally got Adam to consent to a mind-merge, with our shields completely down. It was, after all, our best source for sensing any one alive ( Read more... )

There are things that Adam and I don't discuss. He no longer mentions the drinks before bed and I have been trying not to rely on them. It would be easier if we would talk about those things that we avoid so much. Like the dark shadows that scamper down the street at night, or the thing that I can't even describe that I teleported away from when I ( Read more... )

I'm leaving Gran's house. I'm moving out. And I have the row to thank for it.

( Adam and I had a row. )

Adam thinks that I'm torturing myself by staying here. He doesn't understand that I'm simply not ready to move on just yet. This was my grandmother's house. This was the house where my mother grew up and where I had so many happy memories. Yes, all I need to do is look out of the kitchen window to recall the not so happy memories, but right now ( Read more... )

I dreamt about the piano player again last night. It was soothing because I know it means that there are others besides me and Adam. Others who are dying behind closed doors while what's left of the military and the Houses of Parliament, and the Prime Minister try to tell us that it's not as bad as all that ( Read more... )

Adam's gone back to the island. Despite his projected acceptance and stoicism of all the death and loss that Fate's Handmaiden brought to the world, he doesn't live in the world anymore. Our island, that little place that we can only reach via teleportation - and yes, I'll write it here now because the way things are going there won't be any ( Read more... )

[OOC: This journal entry is done in ficlet form. A few of these backstory entries will be like this ( Read more... )