With the forest calling her name, she swoops down low enough for the kicking feet of little Herbie to touch the tips of the reaching trees. From within those trees, the lights shimmer and shine. They sing of shapes and colours the likes of which most have never been seen. Amid his panicked thrashing, Herbie finds himself drawn to the magic, and in an instant, the fear quits him, and his body is filled with such a mix of sensations that he raises his paws ready for an embrace he’s sure will come his way. As for X, she flaps her wings and heads into the light. Like an arrow, she shoots true. As true as the love in her heart and the memories that continue to bloom despite how much time has been and gone since those memories were once real. In that strange and beautiful light, she senses that time as she knows it isn’t what it appears to be. Is he in there somewhere? And if he is, what version of him will she find? The same one she fell in love with all those years ago, or the one she sees alive in her mind; covered in fur and stinking of wet leaves and the moon? She’s doesn’t know, and she doesn’t care. Arching her wings and stiffening her feathers, she flies flies flies through the branches and into the light, and as the cries of the animals ring out all around, those shimmering colours swallow her. And that music- it washes over her soul, and as she clutches onto the limp body of Herbie making sure not to lose him, she gives herself to whatever it is that’s in that eternal, white light. Wonder? Madness? God? Him? It’s him she seeks above all else, and as the light absorbs her, it’s his face she sees, and into those eyes, the world dissolves until all that’s left is a feeling- a feeling she hasn’t felt in years. Not since she was last in his arms as the world turned regardless.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

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