IV - Chapter 3
And somehow it was twelve o’clock at night and somehow, they were there again – in the police office and staring a bloody (literally, not rhetorically) yellow backpack poised on the glinting, greyish-cold metal desk.
And somehow it was twelve o’clock at night and somehow, they were there again – in the police office and staring a bloody (literally, not rhetorically) yellow backpack poised on the glinting, greyish-cold metal desk.
At morning he woke.
He had been awake a few minutes before already, since his bedside wake-up lamp that modelled the light of the sun had already accustomed his brain to sunrise. His alarm bell had chimed quietly in the “wake up” melody that experts had proven to be beneficial to stimulating the brain.
In a delicate solo waltz,
I put my feet back, then put my feet forward,
Jerking my body smoothly in a push-and-pull of gestures.
Never ask me if I stand alright,
For my form will teetering fall,
And any mountain that quivers tonight
Tomorrow will be rendered small.
“Well? What has broken your heart today?” his friend half-jeered at him. Adrian pressed himself back into the soft settee and didn’t answer Cyril’s provocation.
Pass on the Devil! - Villanelle
Pass on the Devil! Pass on the Devil!
Pass on the Devil for justice and joy,
For pity’s sake, innocence!
Never ask me if I stand alright,
For my form will teetering fall,
And any mountain that quivers tonight
Tomorrow will be rendered small.
Upon the disillusioned bank I stand wavering ground
By the black water running with gruesome sound—
I see memories upon memories swing by.
Tossing and turning I feel my distress,
My room lights are on and bright,
But the day is dark as night.
Cassian and Elliott both stood silent in confusion. Cassian’s brows contorted and conflicted with each other, perhaps trying to judge how serious Hale was.