faded.
A certain black-and-red-winged fairy stood in her way. He sat on
her crumbling stoop with his wings folded against his back. “Don’t you have a
war to fight?”
“I may have been a little...harsh back there.”
Trillian snorted. “That’s putting it mildly.”
He sighed like he was tired and hadn’t slept in days. “I have
anger issues toward humans.”
“Because they scarred your face?” She was really trying to
understand him though she didn’t know why she even bothered.
Keyn nodded.
“Fine, you’re forgiven for being an ass. Now, please, leave me
alone” She trudged around him, found her door unlocked. “I want to forget ever
meeting a fairy.” Trillian shut the door quietly.
It felt so good to be home. Regardless of that adventure, Trillian
wanted nothing more than to get back to normal. First, she called the bar. She
was, in fact, fired. Fabulous .
Trillian then called the hospital. It took a few bad elevator songs before an
operator directed her to Cameron’s doctor. The man didn’t waste time and
Trillian’s hand collapsed over her mouth to keep from crying out. Apparently,
Cameron had taken a turn for the worst. Tears sprang to her eyes as she grabbed
her car keys. The doctor said Cameron refused to stay there a moment longer and
he wanted his sister. Trillian glanced outside. The sun had set but a few rays
were still scattered through the sky. Thankfully, that’s all that was out
there. There was no fairy in sight. She opened the door and ran to her crappy
car. It was time to bring Cameron home too.
****
“You look like crap,” Cameron said from the passenger seat.
He went into a coughing fit that brought out his sunken eyes and
cheeks. Her brother looked so pale. Trillian couldn’t bring herself to reply to
the lighthearted comment.
“What’s wrong, little sis?” He was gasping when he finished the
short question, pulling air into his lungs violently. “I’m going to be fine.”
That simple statement was a lie. They both knew it but it brought
her fragile mind to a dark place. A deadly, lonely area she didn’t not want to
be. “I’m just tired. The bar fired me.” She tried to be normal.
“What? Why?” He coughed into his hand, a hacking sound that made
her cringe.
Trillian pulled the car into their driveway as she thought of a
white lie. “They’re not making as much money as they were, needed to trim some
workers, and I was on that list.”
“Well. That. Sucks,” he said between breaths.
“Save your strength. It’s chilly today and spring is another few
weeks away. Let’s go into the house and I’ll make you some warm soup.”
“Canned?” he asked with a grin.
“Of course.” Trillian smiled. Her cooking skills were legendary.
It was an uphill battle getting Cameron into the house. He leaned
on Trillian heavily. By the time they made it in the living room, they were
both exhausted and breathing intensely. She helped him onto the couch,
distraught at how boney he felt in her arms. Strong, brave, tough Cameron was
now all skin and sharp angles. She turned away before he could hear her cry.
She entered the kitchen, pulled off her coat, and heard his heavy breaths
echoing in the quiet house. Tears slid down her cheeks as she placed an empty
pot on the old stove.
“Trillian!” Cameron suddenly shouted. “Trillian!”
Terror seized her heart as she rushed into the other room. Cameron
was even paler, breathing hard from the yelling. He could barely inhale as his
wide eyes glanced out the window.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
“I think...I think I’m going to die.” His entire body began to
shake. “Shit, Trillian, I see an angel.”
Her eyes widened and she blurted, “Don’t go into the light.”
Trillian ran to her brother, the only family she had, the only man she had ever
loved unconditionally. “Cameron, I need you here.” A tear slid down her cheek.
“But why does he look so angry?”
“He?” She slammed her fists onto
A certain black-and-red-winged fairy stood in her way. He sat on
her crumbling stoop with his wings folded against his back. “Don’t you have a
war to fight?”
“I may have been a little...harsh back there.”
Trillian snorted. “That’s putting it mildly.”
He sighed like he was tired and hadn’t slept in days. “I have
anger issues toward humans.”
“Because they scarred your face?” She was really trying to
understand him though she didn’t know why she even bothered.
Keyn nodded.
“Fine, you’re forgiven for being an ass. Now, please, leave me
alone” She trudged around him, found her door unlocked. “I want to forget ever
meeting a fairy.” Trillian shut the door quietly.
It felt so good to be home. Regardless of that adventure, Trillian
wanted nothing more than to get back to normal. First, she called the bar. She
was, in fact, fired. Fabulous .
Trillian then called the hospital. It took a few bad elevator songs before an
operator directed her to Cameron’s doctor. The man didn’t waste time and
Trillian’s hand collapsed over her mouth to keep from crying out. Apparently,
Cameron had taken a turn for the worst. Tears sprang to her eyes as she grabbed
her car keys. The doctor said Cameron refused to stay there a moment longer and
he wanted his sister. Trillian glanced outside. The sun had set but a few rays
were still scattered through the sky. Thankfully, that’s all that was out
there. There was no fairy in sight. She opened the door and ran to her crappy
car. It was time to bring Cameron home too.
****
“You look like crap,” Cameron said from the passenger seat.
He went into a coughing fit that brought out his sunken eyes and
cheeks. Her brother looked so pale. Trillian couldn’t bring herself to reply to
the lighthearted comment.
“What’s wrong, little sis?” He was gasping when he finished the
short question, pulling air into his lungs violently. “I’m going to be fine.”
That simple statement was a lie. They both knew it but it brought
her fragile mind to a dark place. A deadly, lonely area she didn’t not want to
be. “I’m just tired. The bar fired me.” She tried to be normal.
“What? Why?” He coughed into his hand, a hacking sound that made
her cringe.
Trillian pulled the car into their driveway as she thought of a
white lie. “They’re not making as much money as they were, needed to trim some
workers, and I was on that list.”
“Well. That. Sucks,” he said between breaths.
“Save your strength. It’s chilly today and spring is another few
weeks away. Let’s go into the house and I’ll make you some warm soup.”
“Canned?” he asked with a grin.
“Of course.” Trillian smiled. Her cooking skills were legendary.
It was an uphill battle getting Cameron into the house. He leaned
on Trillian heavily. By the time they made it in the living room, they were
both exhausted and breathing intensely. She helped him onto the couch,
distraught at how boney he felt in her arms. Strong, brave, tough Cameron was
now all skin and sharp angles. She turned away before he could hear her cry.
She entered the kitchen, pulled off her coat, and heard his heavy breaths
echoing in the quiet house. Tears slid down her cheeks as she placed an empty
pot on the old stove.
“Trillian!” Cameron suddenly shouted. “Trillian!”
Terror seized her heart as she rushed into the other room. Cameron
was even paler, breathing hard from the yelling. He could barely inhale as his
wide eyes glanced out the window.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
“I think...I think I’m going to die.” His entire body began to
shake. “Shit, Trillian, I see an angel.”
Her eyes widened and she blurted, “Don’t go into the light.”
Trillian ran to her brother, the only family she had, the only man she had ever
loved unconditionally. “Cameron, I need you here.” A tear slid down her cheek.
“But why does he look so angry?”
“He?” She slammed her fists onto
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