so long my luckless romance [open]

[KJARA VON RAEL]

Your finger tips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
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Images...
You sang me Spanish Lullabies

She traced her fingers across her pillow. It was dark out (three in the morning to be exact) and she was so cold. The window was open, but she couldn’t sleep without the sounds of the night. She shouldn’t be cold. It was the middle of the summer. But with the tears flowing down her cheeks, she couldn’t seem to drift off. The thoughts were wild in her head as she pulled the pillow close to her chest. It smelled just like him, and she couldn’t seem to keep the pillow away from her face. She saw his face flash before her eyes and she squeezed the necklace he gave her for Christmas. His memory was everywhere. Photos they had when before the school closed, one of the shirts she took from him when they slept in his dorm. Why did she have to tell him to leave? Why did he have to really listen to her? Why did he have to leave…? Kjara buried her face further into the pillow, soft sobs shaking her whole body as she curled up around herself. When she felt movement in her bed, she opened her puffy heterochromatic eyes and saw it was only a small kitten she saved on the side of the road today. She picked it up and held it close as it purred, trying to bring her out of her depression.

She pulled herself away from the cat and pillow, and pushed herself off of the bed, falling to the ground with a “thump!” She didn’t care if anyone else was awake or in the dorm with her. She just couldn’t stop thinking about Daryl, but now her sadness was anger. She picked up one of the photos of the two of them together and threw it, a scream bursting out of her throat as she fell to her knees, face in her hands.

She couldn’t take the shit anymore. Putting a jacket over her shirt, she picked up the orange and white kitten and held him close, opening the door as she looked at his picture once more. Closing the door, Kjara tiptoed out the hallway and out onto the school campus, barley making a sound as she sat on the fountain, curing her body around her feet and burying her face between her knees, letting the tears and sobs flow out of her chest. The kitten mewed beside her and she picked her up once more, slightly comforted by her soft purr and the clawing that she done to her legs. The pain was bringing her back to reality, but she kept finding herself drowning in her own memories.

The night was beautiful, although cold. Daryl and I were trying to get Jordan to go to a haunted house with us, but she was too scared. So we left her and went to explore the place ourselves. It seemed like no other abandoned mansion: until the lights started coming on and off; the chandelier above us swayed slightly, and we heard laughter up stairs. Like the retards we were, we went upstairs to see what the commotion was. That’s when all the shit started to hit the fan. Things started flying, screaming ricocheted through the walls, and we ran. By the time we made it downstairs again, the chandelier crashed to the ground. We jumped back just in time, but then the doors began to lock, walls seemed to shrink, and we had no way out.

And he risked his life…we had to go through the walls, using his phasing. And it hurt so bad, but it hurt him worse. He had such horrible burns. And it took so long for Jordan to heal him. Daryl had to put me in the shower to get the bruises to ease and the cuts to stop throbbing, and then—

Kjara shook her head. She was not going to keep thinking about those memories. He wasn’t coming back.

“He’s not coming back!” she squeaked as the tears fell into the fountains own water as she pulled her feet into it, letting her face fall into her hands.

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The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
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Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

[JORDAN BAILEY]

A small form perched on the edge of the tower open air window, back pressed against the frame. Legs were pulled up against the person's chest, cheek lightly resting upon the knees, arms wrapped around the legs to keep them in place. The head was turned towards the outside, the sun drenching the person in color, revealing it to be female. Black hair cascaded down her back, interrupted by streaks of pink and orange, bangs falling across gray-green eyes, those two streaked in color. Arms were covered with long sleeves, due to the chill that settled in the area. Legs were covered by denim, skinny jeans that clung to her flesh like a second skin. The tightness of them didn't bother the girl as she sat there, eyes glazed over as she stared across the horizon, sun low in the chilled sky, the grounds bathed in the warm colors of sunset.

Jay sighed as she stared, blinking rapidly to get that dry-eye feeling to go away. She was...lonely. Maybe that wasn't the perfect word to describe what she was feeling, but it was the only one she could think of. There were only a few people she had seen recently, and she wished she could see more. Sammii, Ezra, Dani, Kjara. She hadn't seen any of them in weeks. She missed them. And...Gabe. She didn't know what exactly was going on there, but she hadn't seen him in a long time. And then Daryl. It had been months, and he was her brother. He had just...up and left. He was her flesh and blood. The fallen angel felt like such a horrible sister, not knowing he had left. The school had closed down. She had gone with the rest of them to the new school, the other school. Daryl had apparently stayed. And the stupid teachers had made sure she couldn't leave to talk to him. So...by the time they came back, it was too late. He had been long gone. And she hadn't a clue where to start to find the boy.

Of course, she knew that he wouldn't go back to their parents. He hated them almost as much as she did. He was the one that had been stuck with them after she had finally escaped the living hell she'd been in here. Three years. He was with them for three years more, while she was here making friends. And it had changed him, she had seen that when he had finally arrived. Jordan had been a horrible sister, letting him be there. She should've talked to the headmaster, see if there was any way that he could take up residence here. But she hadn't. She had been too self-centered, looking after her own well being, glad to be out of the house, finally, and left him there to endure it. The kid had looked up to her, his older sister, the closest to him in age. And she had been a horrible role-model, falling into drinking and cussing--sins. She fell from the grace of God. And that was the horrible image that he had looked up to.

It wasn't often that the small girl thought bad of herself, but when it came to her little brother, she did. With how he changed, she did. With the way he acted, what he said, what he did, she did. Jay couldn't help it. She may have fallen, and disliked God for it, but that didn't mean she didn't want her brother to be impure as well. Even as he was at Winterthorne, his wings, once with only a tinge of gray (which was what she saw upon arrival) darkened to a dark gray. He hadn't completely fallen, not while he was at school, but for all she knew, they could be by now. She hated it. Jay wanted him to be pure, to be an angel. She didn't want him to fall, nor to even fall halfway, or a quarter. The only shred of hope she had left was that he hadn't fallen all the way. Not yet.

The boy had started drinking, that was what killed her. The very thing that caused her to fall (maybe He simply hadn't been in a good mood the day she fell...she had seen worse acts committed by angels, and they hadn't fallen) he had taken up. And because she didn't want him drinking, she, too, had to quit. At least when he wasn't around. Which used to be a lot. It was hard. She wasn't an alcoholic, not anymore. She had been back before Winterthorne. The tiny girl wasn't dependant on drinking anymore, but she still liked it. And she was falling back into her old habits being back at Winterthorne, without parents to control her. And when he came along, she had to stop all that. It hadn't been easy.

Jordan suddenly shook her head. Thinking wasn't doing anything for her. In fact, it only made her sad, she noted, as she felt wetness upon her cheeks. Blinking, she noticed that it was night. She hadn't even seen the sun sink beyond the horizon. The girl hadn't noticed the shadows grow and darkness fall upon the earth. She shivered. She hated the dark with a passion. This, though, was fine. Absolute darkness, where she couldn't see, or could barely see, was what she hated. She liked to see where she was going, thank you. She always needed to see. If she couldn't see, all was lost. The dark freaked her out. Like the dark in the stairs leading up to the tower she was in. Of course, she was in an out-of-bounds area for her, a student, so nobody would think to turn the lights on within the tower. She couldn't go back there.

It was later than she had thought, too. It was past lights out. She could tell by the fact that most lights in the dorms were out. And it wasn't because they were out, she knew. What lights were still on were the soft glow of lamps or something similar. Others, even, were flashlights. It was probably past midnight. And she had been here for a long time, she could tell, as she attempted to stretch out, reaching her legs toward the other end of the opening. It felt like pins and needles pricking her legs. She winced as her legs tingled from falling asleep, waiting for them to regain feeling. Without her legs working properly, this wouldn't work as well.

Finally, her legs felt normal again. She stretched out again, listening to the pops and cracks of her body, and stood up in the opening. She was just short enough to stand tall in the open air window. Jay took a deep breath before launching herself out of the window. Before you panic, may I remind you that she's a fallen angel and has wings? And they still worked, thank you. As soon as she jumped, she unfurled her wings, the wind catching them as she soared down. The opening hadn't been wide enough for her wings, and with the right timing, she was able to open the extra appendages without nearly ripping them off. Which would've happened if she had waited any longer to open them. She knew that from experience, too. As always, her crooked right wing made the girl fly more to the left. It was no fault of her own. Well, besides the drinking. If she hadn't drank any alcohol and come home drunk, her father wouldn't have attacked her, but at the same time, the man didn't have to hurt his middle child and youngest daughter. He could have just as easily avoided it all. But no, he had attacked her, scratching her right cheek (where there was now a scar) and broken her wing. Uneducated in healing as she was, she hadn't known to set the break before healing it, and it had left her with the crooked wing, making her fly towards the left.

Jordan had no clue what time it was. She continued to fly about the school, heedless of the chill of the night air as it blew against her. She flew for several hours, thinking. About Daryl. About her friends. It was around three in the morning (not that she actually knew that) when she heard a scream as she flew near the girl's dorm. And then a crash. She winced, then disregarded it. Some girls could be total freaks. Or maybe they had seen a spider or mouse or something and was trying to kill it. She didn't know. What the girl did know, however, was that her wings were getting tired. She needed to rest, so she flew down and landed by the fountain. However, she could see, by silhouette, that someone was sitting on the ledge already. Blinking, she approached carefully.

The figure seemed to be curled over their legs, face hidden, Jay noted as she slowly walked towards the person. And then...she spoke. The fallen angel knew it was a she, knew the voice. It was Kjara, one of her good friends. And she was distressed, if she could guess, because of the squeak. People didn't normally squeak out words. Not human words. Even as an animal that squeaks, the shapeshifter didn't. At least not to Jay's knowledge. "K-Kjay?" her voice was loud in the quiet air. She hesitated before reaching out a hand and placed it on the younger girl's shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong? Who's not coming back?" she had an unusually somber tone for her. Normally she was all happy and peppy, but with her recent thoughts...she couldn't be. Besides, she could feel that the demon's mood was less than happy, and her being her normal self probably wouldn't be a good idea. She knew when to be hyper and when not to be.

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