He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her. His mind went numb as the sound of the door closing echoed through the room. The sound of her retreating footsteps sealed the words that had passed between them. He was shaking. Quickly he shook himself and lurched towards the door, wrenching it open. She had vanished into the night. Sheets of rain drenched the quiet street as he hurled himself into the onslaught.The urge to scream burned the back of his throat as his eyes traced the darkness that surrounded him. There was something still about the night, despite the rain and the rapid beat of his heart, the city had paused, as if holding its breath. Still shaking he walked back into the house they had called home, together. Pausing on the threshold his eyes scanned the space in front of him. The scattered furniture, papers, books and the remains of their meal bore witness to the mayhem they had unleashed in their fight. She had always been a powerful conjurer, more so than him.
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Prompts Series
Ngẫu nhiênVery short, timed (5-10 minute) responses to prompts, indicated in italics. No plot. Just character building and setting writing. Open to prompt submissions.
