Sun
Reverse: Uncertainty of future plans; loss of something of value.
Isabella Asha. My friend, my only friend in years, I now knew her name. Isabella. “And yours?” she asked smiling. Perhaps I hadn’t been so rude to ask after all.
“Angelene Zalmon.” She looked to the sky for a moment, and as she looked at the stars a small wind passed us, like a whisper.
“Messenger of darkness?” she half said half asked it, and then she searched my face. I must have looked shocked for a moment.
“Y-yeah, how-? How do you randomly know that?” I was perplexed beyond belief, who knew my name’s meaning, it wasn’t very common, so how did she know?
“I always felt that people’s names meant something, like our fate was at least partly determined by our names.” She again looked to the stars, and I thought of how right she seemed, me being the angel of death, and the messenger of darkness. “I look up name meanings a lot.” She laughed, seemingly embarrassed. “But…” She paused, and looked back to me. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked up your name…” This time her voice was quizzical, like she was also wondering the same as I.
How did she know?
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Several moments passed until I felt the dull throbbing pain in my feet from standing on the hard cement without shoes. Time seemed to start again, as if everything had frozen, and now it was trickling by, taking the silence with it. I saw she was switching from foot to foot, and so decided to ask her in for a while before making her walk all the way home. So the two of us walked up to the house together.
I wish that night had just passed me by.
“So why were you waiting here?” I asked just remembering that she had been sitting in front of my house when I had walked up the drive way.
“Well you weren’t at school, I was a little worried…” She faded off at the end a little bit, though I thought nothing of it. Instead I was stunned for a moment.
She cared?
“What did you think happened?” I asked as we got to the door, why would someone worry just because I wasn’t in school for a day?
“At school a group of girls were talking about getting you to leave the town, or at least the school, that you were a menace. They said something about a pumpkin so-“She stopped talking when she saw my body go rigid. I stood with my hand barley on the knob. I felt my blood run cold, and my heart forcing it faster through my veins. I could hear the icy liquid thumping in my ears. I dropped my shoes and through the door open, and ran up the stairs in the darkness of my home, half falling. I heard Isabella behind me yelling my name as she tried to find a light switch so she could follow me, but I didn’t stop.
“Pumpkin! Pumpkin where are you?!” I screeched down the dark and silent hall. I didn’t hear her bark or whimper in reply, didn’t hear her nails on the wood floor to come and greet me. Had I let her out today? Had I seen her yesterday?
I hadn’t.
