Scripted Away
Factory for twisted tales and mysterious matters
"I knew If someone could help, it would be Macon", Minuet sighed relieved, standing up as well. "He's one of the angels who helped us back then..." Minuet spread his right wing, the white one, and looked at it for a moment. "He's also the one who gave me back my freedom..." He smiled a small smile at Harper and nodded.
As they arrived in Alex' room, his smile softened upon seeing her peacefully asleep. "Oh honey...", he sighed relieved and softly put a black bracelet with a red ruby heart around her wrist, the same on his wrist. "You lost this one...", he whispered, carefully stroking a streak of hair out of her face and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Get well you hag", he chuckled softly.
"..."
Rain looked at the girl pitifully. He couldn't say he knew how she felt about her seemingly sudden death, after all he had known that he'd be dead the next second, but at least he knew how it felt to be invisible.
He softly put a hand on her shoulder, a feeling that he had almost forgotten- touching someone. In fact... I fact grew had never really touched someone before. All his life, as long as he could remember, he had lived in the psychiatry, without any contact to other people, and after his death he could of course forget about that. It was a nice feeling though...
"Please, take a deep breath", he said gently. "They can't hear nor see us. It has no use to scream. I'm sorry."
He sighed silently and looked to the floor for a moment, before looking at the girl again. "I'm sorry I have to tell you this but... you are dead."
As they arrived in Alex' room, his smile softened upon seeing her peacefully asleep. "Oh honey...", he sighed relieved and softly put a black bracelet with a red ruby heart around her wrist, the same on his wrist. "You lost this one...", he whispered, carefully stroking a streak of hair out of her face and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Get well you hag", he chuckled softly.
"..."
Rain looked at the girl pitifully. He couldn't say he knew how she felt about her seemingly sudden death, after all he had known that he'd be dead the next second, but at least he knew how it felt to be invisible.
He softly put a hand on her shoulder, a feeling that he had almost forgotten- touching someone. In fact... I fact grew had never really touched someone before. All his life, as long as he could remember, he had lived in the psychiatry, without any contact to other people, and after his death he could of course forget about that. It was a nice feeling though...
"Please, take a deep breath", he said gently. "They can't hear nor see us. It has no use to scream. I'm sorry."
He sighed silently and looked to the floor for a moment, before looking at the girl again. "I'm sorry I have to tell you this but... you are dead."