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[summer]
‘You stole a child from his family!’
[pain]
[rage]
[anger]
[scorching]
‘Do you even understand what you did? Can you imagine the fear, of being stolen away in the night – taken away to live in a place you’ve never seen before, wondering if you’re ever going to see the light of day again? Wondering if you’re ever going to see your family again?’
[burning]
His voice was shaking, and he was livid. The rumble echoed throughout the room and the man there couldn’t help but cower, searching for its owner.
[inescapable]
[power]
‘Who are you?’
‘Somebody who doesn’t like seeing people kept in the dark.’
Out of nowhere a fist connected with a jaw, and the dark angel become one of no mercy. It was a voice in the back of his mind that stopped him, or he could have gone on beating him forever.
[strength]
He stepped back, spitting at the man before softening.
‘What’s going to happen now?’
[warmth]
Taking the small child’s hand in his own, he slowly began walking towards the door.
‘Now… we go home.’
[winter]
She blinked, locking his gaze with her own of blue, observing the only means of escape out of the corner of her eye.
[ice]
[calculation]
‘You won’t do it. You don’t have the heart.’
‘I don’t have a heart. Period.’
[cold]
[deceit]
Her finger rested on the trigger. She was trembling.
[wrath]
[hate]
[revenge]
[fear]
‘You’re beautiful when you’re angry, you know that?’
[breathtaking]
[deadly]
‘Shut up,’ she snapped. ‘Just shut up, or I’ll put a bullet down your throat.’
[severity]
[harshness]
He took a step forwards.
‘Move again and I’ll shoot.’
[resoluteness]
Locked gazes, then…
Step.
[survival]
She squeezed.
[spring]
Neapolitan was his favourite. Three flavours in one.
[life]
Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla.
[beauty]
[love]
[truth]
He still remembered his first cone. The shock chill, delightful taste and then the crunch of the cone beneath a clear blue sky, walking through a garden, so long ago…
[nature]
[discovery]
[journey]
Better than Centre food. Children were playing in the park and he’d watched them as he ate.
[friendship]
[joy]
He’d never been a child.
[identity]
He had been, and in a way still was, but he’d never gotten the chance to be one of them.
[belonging]
Sprinkles on top and a rainbow in the sky. Chocolate smooth, strawberry sweet and vanilla pure. He’d never been one of them, but it could have been worse.
[hope]
Not knowing could have been worse.
[autumn]
‘Don’t look at me like that.’
[wounds]
The boy was young, barely three years. His eyes were blue like hers and she loved him in the way only sisters could love.
[safety]
[security]
Eyes of blue blinked up at her and she had a sneaking suspicion he would be responsible for melting that final layer of ice.
[relent]
‘Come here, you,’ she whispered, pulling him into her lap.
[tenderness]
Butterfly kisses, like her mother had once given. Her mother…
[healing]
There was fear there, a fear of loving and losing. But, perhaps, stronger was the fear of never loving him at all…
[change]
[acceptance]
Eyes of blue blinked up at her and despite the chill in the air, the sun was shining.
[confessions]
[victory]
[defeat]
‘I love you.’
‘You stole a child from his family!’
[pain]
[rage]
[anger]
[scorching]
‘Do you even understand what you did? Can you imagine the fear, of being stolen away in the night – taken away to live in a place you’ve never seen before, wondering if you’re ever going to see the light of day again? Wondering if you’re ever going to see your family again?’
[burning]
His voice was shaking, and he was livid. The rumble echoed throughout the room and the man there couldn’t help but cower, searching for its owner.
[inescapable]
[power]
‘Who are you?’
‘Somebody who doesn’t like seeing people kept in the dark.’
Out of nowhere a fist connected with a jaw, and the dark angel become one of no mercy. It was a voice in the back of his mind that stopped him, or he could have gone on beating him forever.
[strength]
He stepped back, spitting at the man before softening.
‘What’s going to happen now?’
[warmth]
Taking the small child’s hand in his own, he slowly began walking towards the door.
‘Now… we go home.’
[winter]
She blinked, locking his gaze with her own of blue, observing the only means of escape out of the corner of her eye.
[ice]
[calculation]
‘You won’t do it. You don’t have the heart.’
‘I don’t have a heart. Period.’
[cold]
[deceit]
Her finger rested on the trigger. She was trembling.
[wrath]
[hate]
[revenge]
[fear]
‘You’re beautiful when you’re angry, you know that?’
[breathtaking]
[deadly]
‘Shut up,’ she snapped. ‘Just shut up, or I’ll put a bullet down your throat.’
[severity]
[harshness]
He took a step forwards.
‘Move again and I’ll shoot.’
[resoluteness]
Locked gazes, then…
Step.
[survival]
She squeezed.
[spring]
Neapolitan was his favourite. Three flavours in one.
[life]
Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla.
[beauty]
[love]
[truth]
He still remembered his first cone. The shock chill, delightful taste and then the crunch of the cone beneath a clear blue sky, walking through a garden, so long ago…
[nature]
[discovery]
[journey]
Better than Centre food. Children were playing in the park and he’d watched them as he ate.
[friendship]
[joy]
He’d never been a child.
[identity]
He had been, and in a way still was, but he’d never gotten the chance to be one of them.
[belonging]
Sprinkles on top and a rainbow in the sky. Chocolate smooth, strawberry sweet and vanilla pure. He’d never been one of them, but it could have been worse.
[hope]
Not knowing could have been worse.
[autumn]
‘Don’t look at me like that.’
[wounds]
The boy was young, barely three years. His eyes were blue like hers and she loved him in the way only sisters could love.
[safety]
[security]
Eyes of blue blinked up at her and she had a sneaking suspicion he would be responsible for melting that final layer of ice.
[relent]
‘Come here, you,’ she whispered, pulling him into her lap.
[tenderness]
Butterfly kisses, like her mother had once given. Her mother…
[healing]
There was fear there, a fear of loving and losing. But, perhaps, stronger was the fear of never loving him at all…
[change]
[acceptance]
Eyes of blue blinked up at her and despite the chill in the air, the sun was shining.
[confessions]
[victory]
[defeat]
‘I love you.’
