Chapter 33: The Blue Tint of a Sharpened Blade

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-Jake-

The hand moved again.

Tick

11:49

Almost midnight.

Eleven minuets.

Just a little longer.

I sat outside in the back yard of my adopted home, staring at my watch and waiting for my rifts to reset.

All the way out there, with no city lights or noisy neighbors, you could see the sky so clearly. A black, tar backdrop with each, individual star shining brightly.

And the moon stood proud among it all.

It was always so relaxing to just sit. Just sit, watch and listen to the world.

Tick

11:50

Not enough people did that anymore. Just took a moment to sit and watch the world. It was all about their fancy phones and gadgets nowadays.

Even some Guardians had phones.

Ridiculous, right?

An immortal creature thought to be a myth with magical powers and teleporting abilities...had a touchscreen.

Un-fucking-believable.

Tick

11:51

I lay my head back, letting the gentle breeze and drizzling rain wash over me as it wished.

I'd been in the rain more times than I could even begin to count.

Honestly though, I didn't really like the rain at all.

It reminded me too much of the day I left home.

It was raining then too.

Tick

11:52

There was little I missed from that place, admittedly.

Only my Guitar.

I could sit and play that thing for hours.

Inside, outside, in my room, in a tree, you name it.

We had a nice house.

Such a nice house that I sometimes forget why I lie about it.

Tick

11:53

I'd told so many lies.

So many lies, to so many people.

Good people.

People who'd never done me wrong.

Tick

11:54

Sometimes I'd even have to question myself on whether it really was worth it to keep up the act.

I must have lied to Nim and James the most.
Köleil had always understood.

From having to lie about how 'I lived in a small, cheap flat' to me having to lie to the person who saved me about my entire identity.

Who I am, where I'm from.

Why I'm like this.

Even telling lies that aren't my own.

Tick

11:55

In the end, what was it gaining?

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