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Outside the house, just a few feet from the porch, Silas saw a girl culling flowers. She carried a pretty little wicker basket, half filled with sunnydew and funnel flowers. On her head was a large, brown sun hat that shaded her face, but could not hide the large willful tendrils of golden hair that blew across her sweet face.
She was humming softly to herself, and did not hear Silas' footsteps in the gravel until he stood so near her he might of touched her shoulder. He did not speak to her; he was content to gaze upon the young woman.
As though his presence spoke to her, she turned around and looked at him. Her face lit up into a bright smile. She extended her hand to him, but he did not do her the same favor.
"You're Mr.Maylor? My names Idoya."
Silas stood and after a minute he realized what he was seeing in front of him; she was not real. She was a ghost of his past, a byproduct of the many mind altering substances he was on. He wondered how much of what he saw around was real.
"You look Ill - Is the sun bothering you, Mr.Maylor?" she asked with a confused look painted across her face. She did not understand why he didn't answer.
"No, Idoya, the sun does not effect me."
It didn't effect him because it too was not real. He didn't feel the warmth it normally brought.
"Then am I bothering you?"
Silas shook his head, offering Idoya a smile. He leaned down and propped himself up on one knee, drawing his finger around a locket she wore.
"That's a pretty locket you have there," he remarked, feeling that he needed to take it from her and look inside it.
"Yes; it posses great power," she replied hesitantly.
Silas raised an eyebrow, amused by her words.
"Can I see whats inside?" he asked.
She nodded. Her cheeks grew warm and her hands trembled while she unclasped the tiny chain from her neck and handed it to him.
He opened it, and looked upon a picture of Idoya's corpse. Her eyes were clear and lifeless. Her lips as white as the folded arms above her chest. Silas ran a finger over the picture and smiled.
A warmth took over his body and then nothing.
It was half past midnight when he woke up. His eyes burned and his limbs shook under his own weight. He staggered up only to fall back onto a bed. Silas stared at the ceiling, hearing Idoya's humming in his mind. He began to hum the same tune. That's when the coldness of the room began nip at his toes, and when he realized he was wearing nothing but the poka dotted short shorts from his collection of exotic clothing.
Silas laughed at himself.
She was humming softly to herself, and did not hear Silas' footsteps in the gravel until he stood so near her he might of touched her shoulder. He did not speak to her; he was content to gaze upon the young woman.
As though his presence spoke to her, she turned around and looked at him. Her face lit up into a bright smile. She extended her hand to him, but he did not do her the same favor.
"You're Mr.Maylor? My names Idoya."
Silas stood and after a minute he realized what he was seeing in front of him; she was not real. She was a ghost of his past, a byproduct of the many mind altering substances he was on. He wondered how much of what he saw around was real.
"You look Ill - Is the sun bothering you, Mr.Maylor?" she asked with a confused look painted across her face. She did not understand why he didn't answer.
"No, Idoya, the sun does not effect me."
It didn't effect him because it too was not real. He didn't feel the warmth it normally brought.
"Then am I bothering you?"
Silas shook his head, offering Idoya a smile. He leaned down and propped himself up on one knee, drawing his finger around a locket she wore.
"That's a pretty locket you have there," he remarked, feeling that he needed to take it from her and look inside it.
"Yes; it posses great power," she replied hesitantly.
Silas raised an eyebrow, amused by her words.
"Can I see whats inside?" he asked.
She nodded. Her cheeks grew warm and her hands trembled while she unclasped the tiny chain from her neck and handed it to him.
He opened it, and looked upon a picture of Idoya's corpse. Her eyes were clear and lifeless. Her lips as white as the folded arms above her chest. Silas ran a finger over the picture and smiled.
A warmth took over his body and then nothing.
It was half past midnight when he woke up. His eyes burned and his limbs shook under his own weight. He staggered up only to fall back onto a bed. Silas stared at the ceiling, hearing Idoya's humming in his mind. He began to hum the same tune. That's when the coldness of the room began nip at his toes, and when he realized he was wearing nothing but the poka dotted short shorts from his collection of exotic clothing.
Silas laughed at himself.
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