Your Worst Nightmare.
My eyes shifted towards Max. The fire light caught his profile, the flames dancing around just so. He looked even more handsome than before. He noticed me staring and smiled, a small, wry smile. I smiled back and glanced down. Even through the anger burning inside of me, fueled by fear of the dark Halloween night, I understood why Rowan was being the way she was. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close. I snuggled my cold nose against her neck.
“Just don’t let anything bad happen tonight, okay?” I pleaded.
History.
Finally, I pulled myself from the floor and into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and stared at the sullen, shell of the woman I once I was. We were happy once, I whispered to myself. Weren’t we? I watched the light behind my eyes fade further. I turned away sharply and headed back to our bedroom to remake the bed that I no longer wanted to sleep in.
The Hourglass.
The night sky hung heavy; the chill of fall lingered in the air. A slight breeze blew, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground. Inside the weathered two-story Victorian sat a very large hourglass, grains of sand slowly falling, counting down the minutes. Within the hourglass sat a beautiful girl with honey blonde hair and terrified eyes. Her tears soaked into the grains of sand, trying to slow down time.
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
-Anton Chekhov