who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Comments

Re: THE FLAMES

[steelmyself]

"I don't belong here! It's just--he couldn't save me!"

It looks like you could probably step your way through the flames now.

Re: THE FLAMES

[unaffective]

Don't die expecting to be saved by someone else. If it does occur then it's certainly worthy of celebration, but you should live prepared to save yourself.

[She didn't. But she didn't die expecting him to save her, either. Even now she knows she made the bed she's in.

She gives a tiny wave goodbye, and then heads off.]

Re: THE FLAMES

[steelmyself]

The heat of the fire slowly diminishes behind you, and cold seeps in as you move forward into a walled valley...