( Onto the next phase )

Running my fingers through my hair I stared out the window over looking the city. Sighing in distaste and crossing my arms over my chest I turn around, looking over the office ( Read more... )

Up here, the salt-wind on my face and the smell of ocean brine so thick that I can taste it, it’s easy to shut my eyes and pretend that ‘Wolfram & Hart’ is just another firm. Just a little kid learning animal names. Letting my fingers drift from chord to chord, I can imagine that Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ wasn’t a biography and that the faint scar ( Read more... )

I am washing up. There is a great deal to do, because it's Dad's birthday and I cooked a big dinner. I clean each plate slowly, too slowly. He'll ask me why I'm taking so long. But I have to make sure every plate is absolutely clean. Dad doesn't like it if he finds the crockery has any marks left on it. Dirty habits are the sign of a dirty ( Read more... )

In the beginning - in the end - there had been darkness after light, and the fall. The pain had been brilliant, coruscating, a stream of light that made me scream, soundlessly, into the void ( Read more... )

( relied on my illusion to keep me warm at night )

Something didn't feel right. My first step into waking up - and the first of my steps this week into understatement history, ironically - was met with much confusion. There were people around me, I knew that much, all bustling back and forth and paying no attention to the previously comatose one who'd just woken up from her-- Woah ( Read more... )

( Who's the boss? )

It had been nearly a year and a half since I met Lindsey, my Lindsey. I still laugh when I think about how we met ( Read more... )