you like it?” Pagan asked
before wrapping her arms around my waist.
“I love it. When will you wear it?”
I inquired turning around in her arms to gaze down at her and soak
in her features.
“Well,” she bit the inside of her
lip nervously then glanced around me to look at her dress. “I saw
it at the store and I just... liked it. I guess I need somewhere to
wear it...” she trailed off staring up at me hopefully. Was she
asking me to take her somewhere nice? Our last few weeks had been
anything but fun for her. We’d been dealing with Leif and his crap.
Other than the concert that ended horribly I hadn’t taken her
anywhere.
The door creaked and I lifted my
eyes to see Gee stick her head back inside. “It’s called
Valentine’s Day, you moron,” she announced. “If you’re going to
date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.” Gee
gave me an exasperated look before closing the door once
more.
Valentine’s Day. I’d forgotten
about that holiday. Holidays usually meant more work for me.
Depressed people tended to end things on special occasions and
party goers drank too much and then got behind the wheels of
vehicles. But Valentine’s Day wasn’t too bad as far as suicides and
car wrecks were concerned.
“I’m sorry, Pagan. I’m not very
good at this, apparently. Can you forgive me for not thinking about
the fact I need to do more than just show up in your bedroom or go
with you to school? I’m a piss poor boyfriend aren’t I?”
“Ignore Gee. She just likes to give
you a hard time. Honestly, I didn’t buy this in hopes you’d take me
somewhere for Valentine’s Day. I just saw it and I remembered that
you wanted me to wear pale pink once, for the Homecoming Dance. I
thought I’d get it and maybe when we had time I could wear it
somewhere with you.”
I kissed the top of her head. Leif
was interfering in our lives and I didn’t like it. My mind was
focused so much on him and Pagan’s soul; I’d neglected her.
“Valentine’s we have a date and I definitely want you to wear that
dress.”
Pagan
Dank
was gone again today. He’d
stayed the night with me or at least he’d been there when I feel
asleep. Last night he’d played my song. I’d missed hearing him sing
it.
There had been more words added
this time as if he’d perfected it. The desperate sound in his voice
had made me glad I was lying in my bed watching him. I was pretty
sure I’d have become a puddle on the floor if I’d tried to stand
up. His dark hair had fallen into his eyes as he looked down at the
guitar in his hands and strummed the beginning of the song. I’d
recognized it immediately. The words drifted through my head all
morning as I hummed the hauntingly sweet melody.
“You weren’t meant for the ice.
You weren’t made for the pain.
The world that lives inside of me
brought only shame.
You were meant for castles and
living in the sun.
The cold running through me should
have made you run.
Yet you stay holding onto
me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand
that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not
right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
I can’t feel the warmth. I need to
feel the ice.
I want to hold it all in until I
can’t feel the knife.
So I push you away and I scream
out your name
I know I can’t need you yet you
give in anyway
Yet you stay holding onto
me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand
that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not
right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
I can’t feel the warmth. I need to
feel the ice.
I want to hold it all in until I
can’t feel the knife.
So I push you away and I scream
out your name
And I know I can’t need you yet
you give in anyway
Yet you stay holding onto
me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand
that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not
right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
Oh, the dark will always be my
cloak and you are the threat to unveil my pain.
So
before wrapping her arms around my waist.
“I love it. When will you wear it?”
I inquired turning around in her arms to gaze down at her and soak
in her features.
“Well,” she bit the inside of her
lip nervously then glanced around me to look at her dress. “I saw
it at the store and I just... liked it. I guess I need somewhere to
wear it...” she trailed off staring up at me hopefully. Was she
asking me to take her somewhere nice? Our last few weeks had been
anything but fun for her. We’d been dealing with Leif and his crap.
Other than the concert that ended horribly I hadn’t taken her
anywhere.
The door creaked and I lifted my
eyes to see Gee stick her head back inside. “It’s called
Valentine’s Day, you moron,” she announced. “If you’re going to
date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.” Gee
gave me an exasperated look before closing the door once
more.
Valentine’s Day. I’d forgotten
about that holiday. Holidays usually meant more work for me.
Depressed people tended to end things on special occasions and
party goers drank too much and then got behind the wheels of
vehicles. But Valentine’s Day wasn’t too bad as far as suicides and
car wrecks were concerned.
“I’m sorry, Pagan. I’m not very
good at this, apparently. Can you forgive me for not thinking about
the fact I need to do more than just show up in your bedroom or go
with you to school? I’m a piss poor boyfriend aren’t I?”
“Ignore Gee. She just likes to give
you a hard time. Honestly, I didn’t buy this in hopes you’d take me
somewhere for Valentine’s Day. I just saw it and I remembered that
you wanted me to wear pale pink once, for the Homecoming Dance. I
thought I’d get it and maybe when we had time I could wear it
somewhere with you.”
I kissed the top of her head. Leif
was interfering in our lives and I didn’t like it. My mind was
focused so much on him and Pagan’s soul; I’d neglected her.
“Valentine’s we have a date and I definitely want you to wear that
dress.”
Pagan
Dank
was gone again today. He’d
stayed the night with me or at least he’d been there when I feel
asleep. Last night he’d played my song. I’d missed hearing him sing
it.
There had been more words added
this time as if he’d perfected it. The desperate sound in his voice
had made me glad I was lying in my bed watching him. I was pretty
sure I’d have become a puddle on the floor if I’d tried to stand
up. His dark hair had fallen into his eyes as he looked down at the
guitar in his hands and strummed the beginning of the song. I’d
recognized it immediately. The words drifted through my head all
morning as I hummed the hauntingly sweet melody.
“You weren’t meant for the ice.
You weren’t made for the pain.
The world that lives inside of me
brought only shame.
You were meant for castles and
living in the sun.
The cold running through me should
have made you run.
Yet you stay holding onto
me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand
that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not
right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
I can’t feel the warmth. I need to
feel the ice.
I want to hold it all in until I
can’t feel the knife.
So I push you away and I scream
out your name
I know I can’t need you yet you
give in anyway
Yet you stay holding onto
me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand
that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not
right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
I can’t feel the warmth. I need to
feel the ice.
I want to hold it all in until I
can’t feel the knife.
So I push you away and I scream
out your name
And I know I can’t need you yet
you give in anyway
Yet you stay holding onto
me
Yet you stay reaching out a hand
that I pushed away
Yet you stay when I know it’s not
right for you
Yet you stay
Yet you stay
Oh, the dark will always be my
cloak and you are the threat to unveil my pain.
So
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