„Give me back my breath!“
He could still hear the words screamed after him.
Every syllable echoed in his ears even as he reached his destination. He closed the door and leaned against the dark wood seperating him from the outside world.
In here everything that happened on the other side was nonrelevant. People who lived out there would never know why he needed their breath.
They would not understand...
As the words subsided he straightened his back and walked down the narrow corridor. The only light came from the ceiling-bugs. Creatures who lived from the minerals found in the stones sorrounding him on his way deeper into the
The early morning was still fresh and a chill breeze wafted from the sea.
Her boat was late. She knew that it was wrong to count on an old fisherman, but it was cheap and he seemed to care for her safety.
She closed her eyes and listened to the waves till her long, pointy ears jerked. There was an unfamiliar sound between all the tiny splashes. The sounds source was not the water everytime it hit the landing stage. But she was afraid to look if it really was the sound of footsteps on sand.
„You are still as beautiful.“ She knew that voice and it was to close behind her.
It was him she tried to avoid. Him she tried to flee from sin
