Literature
ThE dReAmS
"LOVELY DAY OUT! Isn't it...?"
It certainly was a miraculous day, very much so, at least to my eyes. The clouds had left their foggy posts, at least for the most part, and the moonlight shone through beautifully, tinting the blood and cadavers on the lawn in the neon shades of green and pink. Tavros, my beautiful Tavros, remained silent at my side, a heavy weight on my side. Had he always been this heavy? I'd missed so much, it seemed, since his escape. NO! NO, IT WASN'T AN ESCAPE, I NEVER HELD HIM AGAINST HIS WILL, HE LEFT, HE ONLY LEFT, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS. HE LEFT AND LOST HIS WAY, SAID HE'D BE BACK AND JUST MISPLACED HIMSELF. BUT NOW HE'S