The soft whispers of his voice burns itself in my mind, replaying like a broken record. I close my eyes and sigh, taking refuge in his words. "I love you," he says. My own eight letter lullaby.
Chapter One White, icy flakes of snow drifted from the cloudy sky and landed in the dark hair of Lyric Hills and Vincent LeStrange. The two were sitting cross-legged in high grass, laughing.
His voice echoes in the dark night. I wince. I can recognize the way he breathes. "Tristan?" I cry out. He doesn't respond. I know he's here, and not for the reason I pray he is.
Lightning flashed in the ebony sky, viciously followed by deafening claps of thunder. Viridian looked up, her eyes which she was named for leaking over with tears.