It was a question I asked, over and over again, every hour, every day and every week. She walked to and fro in the house, eating in the kitchen, reading in the living room, in her library, in her bed. I joined her as she went on her walk to the mailbox up our lonely road.
I sat beside her as she read on the couch, occasionally standing to walk around the back and peer over her shoulder to see what she was reading. She read a lot faster than I did for a long time so she would normally turn the page before I was finished. I got used to it. Eventually I learned how to keep up.
Today she was reading something about two men, but one of them wasn’t very bright and seemed to have this strange attraction to soft things. He tended to get too attached and killed them by accident because it seemed like he couldn’t control himself. I kind of li
It was like an echo of the past, laughter from years of life resounding in the forest silent once and for all. He hiccupped, his stormy gray eyes closing as he bit his lip and clenched his fists. No rain fell this day, but drops of salt water landed at his feet. His hands were covered in blood, as were his clothes.
Grabbing his sword finally, he slid it out of its sheath, the glistening silver metal well-polished and sharp. The sound of the blade sliding out rang through the woods and he moved to the nearest tree and began to swing, each mark in the wood at a different place on the trunk as his tears continued to fall.
As the reality of the situation hit her, Jane put her hands over her mouth, stifling her sobs. Rem. Lune. May. Jeanne. Cal.
They were all dead.
“What do we do now?” Kyle asked, his voice tremulous at best. Terrified at worst.
“I don’t know…what even happened?” Ken asked. “It was going so well…I just don’t get it. Where did that swarm come from?”
Swallowing her fear and guilt, Jane said, “I don’t know. Rem…he had all the answers. He had the only means to stop the Shadows, and now…”
Kyle put a hand on her shoulder. Jane allowed herself to