Cold



I am cold.

No amount of logs on the fire or blankets will warm me.

Days have passed since it happened – since that light, his light was extinguished. I cannot sleep, for every time I close my eyes, I can hear the bolt passing through the air and into my Fruit Boy.

If I had not brought the message to Bree, he would still be here. Smiling and laughing and causing chaos.   Was I followed?  Did I bring this onto him?

But no. That night when he spoke of his purpose and that of his organisation, his words came to life.  Being the salt in the wound of those who stand against the free peoples. Being a light in the darkness to those who were afraid.  

He was ready to die for what he believed in.

I was not ready to let him go.

I thought I was meant to be here, it made sense.   When he offered me a job, on a retainer, it felt the most natural thing in the world to accept.   So now what?

He would be here though if it wasn’t for the arrogant one. The one who thought he knew best. The one who wanted to be a hero.    The job was just a payday for him.    He had no regard for anyone else on that mission. If I never see him again it will be too soon. 

The Inn seems quiet without Gal

I have not seen him since that night.  As he cradled Bara and did what he could.   I couldn’t stay to see what happened.  Where they went. Where they took him.

I have been avoiding Adiwen and her questions. I have no answers, so what is the point.     She has arranged to meet me at the Inn tonight.  I cannot escape. I need to paint on my most convincing smile and hope it works.

But I am cold. So cold.