Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 3Part 3
No matter what I say, someone won't like it. Better to side with the majority.
The writer bit on his lip, wondering if it wouldn't be wise to remain standing so close to him. "I don't; I can't," he said, making sure to look at Alton when he did, so he could see that he was just as concerned as the others. "I haven't seen them since that day either, and Gabriel said he couldn't heal them. How can I say that they're healed, Alton, when I don't believe you either?"
Alton's smile faded again, and for a brief instant, his eyes shone red. But the moment of anger quickly dissipated into a sigh, and he turned away from all of them, wrapping his arms around himself and facing the wall. "I don't want to show them," he said with a glance over his shoulder. "When there's nothing that can be done to make them heal any faster, why bother?"
"Because we're worried about you, that's why." Enya uncrossed her arms and set her elbows on her knees, leaning against her hands. "What's th
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 2Part 2
I need to wait on a response from my folks. Push come to shove, maybe one of them can pick me up if I can't arrange a ride there...
After mulling over his options, Nathan groaned and rubbed his head. He checked his watch: a little after noon, and he hadn't eaten anything since he'd gotten home. Between hunger and anxiousness, it was no wonder he had a headache. It wasn't going to do him any good to linger on Thanksgiving. He'd wait on making plans and send an email later. Right now, it was time for food and medication.
As he stood to get something for his throbbing skull, his phone rang again. Reflexively, Nathan answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Nathan! You busy?"
Marni... no, Enya. Her voice made a knot twist in his stomach, and he couldn't decide if he was happy to hear from her or even more anxious than before. "No, contemplating food-like things."
Enya laughed. "Want to go to lunch with us?"
His headache doubled and his heart raced, but her offer brought a hopeful smile
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 1Part 1
Susan has violet eyes... one of the Sins has violet eyes... oh God, what if she's trying to trick me again...?
How long he had been in the hospital no longer mattered to Nathan as he kept his eyes locked with Susan's. He could feel his blood running cold again, as if he was still stuck in that freezer, and as far as he was concerned, he may as well be. His heart raced, but he tried to hide his rising panic, especially when Susan looked at him in confusion, those violet eyes staring back at him inquisitively.
"Nathan?" she asked, searching his face. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost..."
"I'm fine," he croaked, knowing he'd said it too quickly when Susan's brows knotted.
"You don't seem fine. Is it something I said?"
"No, nothing you said." Dread filled Nathan. Was it legitimate fear or mere paranoia? He couldn't be sure, and that uncertainty made it worse. "Why were you waiting for me to wake up again?"
Susan opened her mouth, perhaps to rep