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the room, but it has thinned a bit by now, so that to me it looks like ash. It is light enough now that I am not afraid as I close my eyes. * * * She was talking, drifting toward something like love and I heard in her words my opportunity. I met her stabbing eyes and held them. I shifted forward slightly and she leaned. Draw her in, in, more. “Annie,” I murmured, soft disappointment laced through my tone. She was paying close enough attention that she heard it and her eyebrows started to contract. I was going to tell her, in all the words Greyson didn’t know how to use, everything that she had been doing wrong. She had been messing around with fears and little things, hiding her face behind them as if they were a shield. She shouldn’t be running. She was in love with Greyson, and he had told her he was in love with her. I was going to make her see that. I was going to be his- their savior. It was so perfect, the set up, the waiting, the age difference, and I was so far under, so lost in the warm waters of finally doing right, that I didn’t hear low sound of door unhatching and at first I didn’t see Greyson when he appeared on the landing. “What are you two doing down here?” he called, and I didn’t know how cold the darkness was until his voice let the light in and it all cracked and started to melt away. I thought, in that second, how beautiful he is, before he met Annie’s eyes and ignited. 17

2009-10 Parallax  

Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10

2009-10 Parallax  

Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10

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