Eternities passed.
Falcon stood amid the flames and ash in a trance...unable to breathe, unable to process, unable to think. Time had come to a standstill, in which Falcon was suspended by a thread. Reality had long since ceased to exist; only a fraction remained, that too of pain, and helplessness.
What did Cyan ever do to deserve this? It seemed like he would be asking himself this question for the rest of his life.
A head full of curly brown hair swam into his vision and he stared into the almond eyes...stared into them as if for the first time. The eyes mirrored his pain and grief...but they were swimming with alarm and concern.
She was saying something to him, muttering quietly, asking him to move, an urgency in her voice, but he couldn't understand, couldn't process...Falcon's mind only remembered Cyan...his hand raised in farewell...his eyes brimming with sad tears.
Who knew he would get this attached to Cyan?
