Restless Slumber

Are you going to tell me who?” I asked as we walked to the door together.

Collith pushed it open for me. The wind was intense today and it mussed his hair. He looked down at me, oblivious to the strands blowing in his eyes. “The most important one in my life… next to you.”

How is it that you can be so kind to me, again and again, but you can watch everyone else suffer?

“It never hurts to ask. Answers, though, are different beasts altogether.

“I know faeries can lie now, Collith.”

He didn’t try to argue, but yet another small smile hovered around his mouth. “I like when you say my name,” he commented.

Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die