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Her eyes scanned over the announcement before throwing it across the room. Large tears welded up in the corner of her eyes, and she shook her head in disbelief. How could this have happened? Wasn't she suppose to be married by now?
Angel and Birdie
The oak doors opened up to a large two story marble room. Large pillars spiraled up toward the elegantly painted ceilings. Large brass chandeliers hung down to light the aisle of hand crafted wooden benches. At the front of the church, sat a marble altar draped in sapphire sheets. Upon the sheets sat an angel of white and gold. His hair fell around him in waves and down the sides of the altar.
Spotting the fiery-haired woman at the entrance of his abandoned church the angel offer his hand to the woman. His piercing blue eyes stared deeply into her emerald eyes to assure her that they had finally made it home. They survived.
A smile spread slowly across her lips as she took in a deep breath. Her body shook from the inside out, but she knew she had to go in. Pulling her bag next closer to her hip, she walked in with the fake smile. She was cursed to keep others happy, but her own happiness did not matter.
He reached for her hand, tangling his fingers. It would be the last time he could hold her hand, or touch her soft skin. Her father, the king, was after him for treachery, and soon he would have to flee the country to keep not only himself safe, but her as well.
They entered, even knowing the risks and were hit with a stench worse than fresh dead. Leon whispered the words of light and two orbs formed around around the group of six revealing the decomposing men at their feet. The monster had left them in its wake to taunt them on their journey.
The twins held a drink in one hand and held the other with their spare arm as they laughed and cried. The swigged their beers, then sang out faulty tunes, like two fools sitting by a bon-fire.
He stared at the blank canvas for hours. There was nothing coming to him, and he had to finish the painting within the allotted time. With a frown, the auburn haired man started to put strokes of color onto the canvas. Greens, blues, and even reds started to make out a beautiful sunset over the ocean waves.
His straw hat sat nicely atop his dark hair. He laid back on the green grasses watching the butterflies fly about the flowers within the field. He wondered how his life had become so simple, so calm and tame compared to what he once was. He shook his head softly to ignore the past thoughts that lingered in his head.
"I don't know what you mean?" the young woman stared up at the man with pleading blue eyes. "Why... why do you have to go? What is going on? Alex... please.." she threw her hands out before her and reached out to grab the tall dark hair, but he stepped away.
"No.. Annabelle... I can't."
Everything, from the ceiling to the floor was painted in the cold maroon of death. If we had made it there soon everything would have been a fresh dark crimson red, but after hours of cooling in the mid of winter, the study was nothing more than a bloody gore for the police and I. They had me as a specialist to figure out what had dismantled the people that once sat in the clean room.
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