Happy May Day! 🙂 Today’s a photo fic post. Usually we end up picking stock photos for these but this picture is actually one I took a few years agao when I was in the UK. It’s one of my fave pics from that trip – this day was one of the highlights of my time there.
We visited the Neolithic henge stones in Avebury, and it was an amazing experience. While walking around the henge, there was this tree with carvings in the trunk and hundreds of ribbons tied to the branches.
Anyhoo, I’m visiting the world of my serial, Your Lies (which I’ll be posting chapters from again soon!)
For those interested, here are links for the other flash fiction peices that are kinda connected/set in that world:
This story isn’t about the hero or heroine of the serial but a follow up to a couple of flash fiction pieces I did from this world.
For this piece, I’m still in Male #1’s POV. So here we go…
My chest grew tighter, and my magic vibrated as I got to the top of the hill and came to stop beneath the huge tree. My power had been calmer the past few days. Getting away from campus, away from my responsibilties, my assignment had been exactly what I needed. I dreaded going back, but I didn’t have a choice. Not really. I hated it, but it was important, necessary. It was what I’d been working for ever since…
I laid my hand on the rough bark – right over the carved names, Molly, Squidge, Owen – and closed my eyes for few seconds.
“Hey, Mol,” I whispered, tracing a finger over her name. “Sorry it’s been a while. Haven’t been able to get back ’cause…”
Sighing, I let my arm fall to my side then turned around to sit with my back against the tree. Letting my head rest against the wide trunk, I looked up at the hundreds of ribbons tied to the branches and dancing on the gentle breeze, and thought of Molly. I hadn’t visited her grave since the day we’d buried her. Just the thought of it made me want to boot. But here…here, I felt close to her, like I had all those times we’d come to this spot before. Tying our own ribbons among the rest, making our wishes. Stupid innocent childish wishes.
And we’d talked. About everything. If there was one person in this life I’d been able to tell anything, it’d been my big sister. Sure as fuck didn’t have that now. So when I could, I came here and talked to her. And, somehow, no matter how silly and useless it was, it helped.
“Fuck, Mol, it’s so hard ,” I continued quietly. “Doing this. Hiding what I am. Having to be around the fucking assholes, day in and day out. Having to see him. Nick.” I practically spat his name. “Pretending I don’t know what he did to you.”
I scrubbed my palms over my face, magic pulsing quickly beneath my skin. Getting worked up wasn’t going to help anything. I had to stay the course. For me. For all the magic users suffering. For Molly.
“Things are moving in the right direction, though. I’m where I need to be to do what needs to be done. Maddock and Delia…” I laughed lightly. “I had my doubts about them, even with what I’ve seen. Thought there was no way Maddock would ever be on our side, let alone a driving force. Not with what he came from. I could see he’s a good guy from the start, completely in the wrong about magic users and magic in general, but beneath it all, he’s good. But still, I doubted. Then, he met her. And, man…drawn together from the first moment, those two. But, shit, things are going to get so much worse before they get better. For Maddock and Delia.”
I closed my eyes again, the images from my dreams flashing behind my lids. “And for me.” I swallowed the lump in my throat that threatened to choke me, knowing what was coming. And soon. “I’m scared, Mol. So fucking scared, and I have no one.”
I sat, silently, tears blurring my vision. Deciding enough was enough, I pushed to my feet and turned to look at our names again – carved into the wood years ago by Molly when our baby brother was born. I tapped Squidge, remembering how much I hated the stupid nickname she’d given me and wishing more than anything to hear it again.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the length of silky green ribbon. I ran it through my fingers.
“You’re probably wondering why I haven’t mentioned him yet.” I smiled even as my heart thudding painfully, The day Molly had been taken, I’d lost more than a sister. I’d lost my chance with a beautiful guy who was fucking perfect. Traded what could have been with him for the path I was on now. And even though I knew it was the right thing, I couldn’t completely banish the regret I felt every second of every day.
I pictured his gorgeous green eyes, same damned color as the ribbon I held now. I remembered how they looked at me before, the happiness, joy, lust and the beginning of something more in them.
“I thought going away to university meant being free of him, of the reminder of what I couldn’t have anymore, but… What were the odds we’d choose the same damned school? I see him almost every day, and it hurts. So fucking bad. He hates me, Mol, and it kills me.” I cleared my throat and moved over to one of the lower branches. “But for the greater good and all that, yeah? More important than something that could have happened.”
I reached up and tied the ribbon around the limb. And made the same wishes I made every time I was here, every time I talked to my sister.
I wish you were here. I wish I could have a chance with him. I wish things were different.
Stupid childish wishes, still.