something’s causing feet to fly,

rising like a dark knight

in silence

traffic’s slow with broken boats

heading for the sea

and I’m an island

Zoe Alleyne was frozen as the blast doors reopened, and the girl stood before her, the deadly blades in her hands dripping Reaver blood onto the pile of bodies at her feet. Zoe’s world didn’t register the sound of the Alliance blowing its way in, didn’t note the ratcheting of the weapons as they were cocked and pointed, didn’t hear the ragged order that made the soldiers stand down. Like a shade watching those who couldn’t see her, she remained as humanity suddenly flowed around her, Alliance medics running in to treat the injured, others there to deal with the remains of the girl’s deadly corps de ballet. Unmoving, unmovable until their merc literally muscled her out of that hall, Zoe remained, shut down, unwilling to acknowledge what her sense told her. Acknowledgement would mean knowing it was all true, and that was the one thing she couldn’t do. Not now. Maybe never.

I watched you disappear into the clouds

swept away into another town

Zoe Alleyne awoke gasping from the dream, the same one she had had every night since that day. One minute, he sat there, that goofy grin of pride and disbelief on his face, unable to comprehend that his flying had just saved them all. His eyes glittered with joy and adrenaline and desire to grab hold of her in amazement. And then he was gone. Not physically. No, the form was there, the blond hair, the fair skin that had shone white next to her own. The hands that were callused in the pattern of the yoke, that had abraded her back when he would brush his palm down it as they went to sleep. He was there, but HE was gone. She curled in onto herself like a wounded animal, her breath coming in pants, and willed herself to some other memory, any other memory.

the world carries on without you

but nothing remains the same

I’ll be lost without you

until the last of days

Zoe Alleyne moved through the oddly q