June 29, 2015
Liquid blue light, carved into facets and set in twisted metal. And it was mine.
I lifted the pendant from the box, and it flashed in the darkness - laughing at its newfound freedom. I stared at it, seeing its soul, hearing its song. It felt warm in my hand and I laughed with sheer joy, no longer caring if they heard me. She loved me so much and I loved her.
I could feel gentle fingers cover my hand, bending my fingers away from the stone - pulling her away from me. Sadness, also blue - but not blue like she was. Darker, like the deep night and it filled me.
"Please, no. I love her," I said, and tears filled my eyes. Filled my whole body.
"Quickly," said the voice. "It may already be too late. Quickly, damnit."
The lid was snapped shut and her light was cut off. And they closed the lid on the box and I know I was screaming, but I couldn't feel my throat. I couldn't feel them pulling me away.
I just saw the blue that was gone.
"I know," said a voice that sounded so far away. It sounded sad, and kind.
"It will be all right," said the voice. I sensed them putting me in restraints, but I stopped resisting.
I looked at the man, I remembered him only vaguely - he owned the museum. He was... my mark? I closed my eyes and sobbed. Nothing made sense.
"Look at me," he said. And I did, my eyes still spilling tears. My heart still breaking again and again.
A bottle was pressed to my lips and hot liquor poured into my mouth. I gasped and choked, and suddenly he was clearly in front of me.
"Oh, shit." I said, I was in a wheeled chair, arms bound, the man I was supposed to rob standing with three armed men. He waved away my words like they were troublesome flies. Unconcerned with things like robbery.
"We both got lucky, old man," he said. "Too much longer, and it would have been too much for you. Too much for either of us. Honestly, chum - I don't know what to do with her."
His eyes held something familiar in them. Something blue.