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The buildings cast eerie shadows upon the street as the sun rose slow over the eastern hills. Donovan sat, alone, in the consuming rays of the sun as they spread upon the land like a mystic layer of happiness.
Happiness, Donovan thought, is overrated.
He wished so badly that Orpheus could see such things, but wished more that Orpheus could see some other things as well.. Not in sight, but in mind. He wished Orpheus could understand that this wasn't the girl he loved way back when; he wished Orpheus could understand that if he took her as the one he lost, he (nor she) would be happy with the other.
"Damnit, Orpheus!" he muttered to himself, furious at the thought of his friend's hedonistic ideals. "You never did understand the concept of happiness, did you?"
He thought he could hear the vampire’s sigh and a confession. Donovan looked around, but saw nothing but landscape. He fell back into thought about Josephine.. The Josephine he knew, the Josephine Orpheus was in love with, and the one he left back in the city.
He was going to go back in the afternoon, and take her far away, where Orpheus couldn't possibly find them. But first, he was going to find out who she really was.
The sun was almost at high noon when he broke from his trance. Donovan sat on his heels for a last thought before he began his walk down to the city, but the question would not leave him. Not ever.
How is this all happening?
Donovan didn’t want to think about it. In fact, he didn’t want to think about anything. Everything would be much better if he stopped thinking. Now, the chirping birds made no sound and the wind did not howl through the trees. The sticks did not crack beneath his feet, and the leaves did not rustle. No thinking.
The city had calmed down considerably, and the locals were back in their places. It was the city as he knew it, but he didn’t recognize it; he’d finished thinking. Only when he got to the hotel did his brain begin working again. He stood in the lobby for a moment, sniffing the air for Josephine’s scent. Nothing. He approached the front desk and inquired. “No single women have checked in since last Friday,” the bookkeeper announced. “I was here all night last night, and I don’t remember seeing the woman you described.”
Perfect, Donovan thought. Now she doesn’t exist.
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” the bookkeeper called as Donovan walked away with an expression of both anger and remorse.
Back on the hills to the east of the town, Donovan sat. He could hear her giggles drifting from the back of his mind. They gradually got nearer, and soon they sounded real. Embittered, he buried his face in his hands and pulled his knees to his chest. There was no way he was going to let her go... but had she already gone? Was this only her ghost?
Suddenly, the giggles ceased, and the world was thrown into a screaming silence. Then as quickly as it had calmed, he heard her laugh again. But now it was much more mature, though the tone of voice remained. It was her voice.
And those were her arms that hugged his neck from behind.
(to be continued)
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