• Don't Lie


    A soft tune played in the back of Rez's mind. She looked at her hands and ran her forefinger over the lines. As time had passed on, the lines in her hands had gotten shorter. "Hm, tough luck for me," she said. Her voice echoed in the vacant dinner hall.

    Shattered stained glass, crumbling stone, burrows in crevices in walls, reminants of what used to be furniture. All of it was remains of what used to be a home for the red haired woman. All of it now a memory. A shattered, stolen memory.

    She glanced to her side where a broken mirror lay next to her staff. Carefully, she lifted the golden encrusted mirror off the stone floor and looked into it's shattered pieces. Her green eyes darkened as she looked into the demented shape of her own face. "We needed you," she whispered in the reflection. "We needed you and you left us."

    "Don't lie to yourself Rez. You know that ain't true." a voice called out. A voice that was supposed to stay silent. She looked in the reflection. That damn man was staring straight back at her with a smirk on his face.

    "I thought you were supposed to be dead," she said, a monotone in her voice. She turned back to the ghostly figure of the man she once called 'lover.' His ghost, black hair fell in his face and he shrugged. Rez rolled her eyes.

    "C'mon Rez. Ain't ya happy to see 'ol Lenny?" Rez stood, eyeing the figment of light. The man's eyes grew softer at no reply. Yet, he smiled. "You know, I never really meant to hurt you Rez. I was only trying to-"

    "Protect me? Yeah. I've heard that story before. Listen Lenox. What you did back then was unforgivable. That's the way it's gonna stay. Unforgiven," she explained. He still smiled. After that, he still smiled. He looked down at the stone floor as if regretting something.

    "I know," was all he said. He looked back up at her. "But listen to me Rezina. That world might be dead now, along with me, but my love for you that isn't."

    The flame haired girl looked up at the empty space in front of her. The sun was setting. She smirked. She turned around to the broken window one last time and murmured a few words. Picking her staff up from the cold floor, she turned her back on the memory. Leaving it far behind.


    "Don't lie to yourself Lenox. You know that ain't true."