Zipping this way and that, Herbie reached out his tiny paws to touch one of the many orbs, and upon doing so saw that the flesh and fur of his arms had begun to painlessly disappear. There was mild panic, especially when he noticed X’s feathers were shimmering out of existence too, yet as the bones of her ribcage melted revealing the orb within, he gazed at his chest and saw a glowing sphere of his own. Amazed at what was inside of him, he felt himself slipping from the grasp of her beak, and the second he was free, little Herbie burst through the sky faster than a speeding bullet. He wasn’t as quick as X though, for she matched him good and proper, and together they crisscrossed through the infinite like fireflies chasing the night. It was a taste of freedom he’d never known, and as he cried out in glee, she responded in kind. For her, it was a moment of release she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. What made it all the more amazing, was that somewhere out there she could sense her lover. He too had crossed the great divide—she was sure of it, and although she had no body as such, she cried out at the top of her lungs, and her voice tore through the space they inhabited like the flash of a match, or the timeless smile of a soul closer than ever to the one it called home.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US