become lost...

Perhaps that was why he wasn’t furious. He understood or thought he did. Truthfully nobody knew Janna. It was how she brought herself into others lives. She was a ghostly figure that came and went as it pleased. The echo of someone who could be known, but refused to be. She was an echo of everything Garem had been nearly two decades ago. He only hoped that the girl had more brains than him. That she would be able to propel her life forward. Instead of sink into the abyss of herself. It was easy to allow yourself to become complacent. To allow the people who cared for you to slip through your fingers like grains of sand.

He could feel the mud, taste the metallic liquid on his tongue, smell the heavy aroma of the pine. And then the flashes ended. He was stumbling backward, slamming into the wall. His heart picked up and lurched. At the edge of the hall, he hears a door slowly opening. He doesn’t look until he hears the distinct sound. The gargling noise that was half mixed with a low growl. He’d heard it before. It was something he’d heard in his dreams. It was what had awoken him as a child. He remembers the eyes… black as night with glowing irises. He feels the familiar burn in his eyes as the lump starts to form in his throat. The feeling rushing through his veins. He never did find out if it was real.