#relifen

SACCHARINE LEFT BITTER ON HIS LIPS . a taste lingering lifelessly ; dead weight with nothing to savour . for a moment eli thought he glimpsed the semblance of a man once known ; a skin once worn . but the young man was once again left disappointed . internally he chided himself ; a wavering conviction could serve no god . how he wished for a dreamless sleep . 

ELI LAZILY LIFTED THE SHEETS off of his body exposing a bare chest ; skin dampened with sweat . tangled hair mated to his forehead . 

                                                                        c - c - c r e a k . 

INSTANTANEOUSLY GREEN EYES flickered to an open window as a small figure approached . recognition . a familiar pale hair ( haloed by the moonlight ) and those same blue eyes . the young man stiffened . despite the recalled similarities eli could see that the girl before him was not the same as the one he had shot in the field . she wore something new -- a pointed gaze stretched deliberately over the tired face of a thirteen year old girl . and yet , all the same , she was still decidedly  w r o n g  .

“     VICTOR HAS ALWAYS had a way of talking people into things .     ”     words born out of first hand experience no doubt .     “     but waking a man in his own bed at 3 am ,    ”     a pause to consider .     “     perhaps it’s his new MO.     ”