She wandered the maze at dusk. Rumor was that’s when the fae were most active. Her ghost believe the opposite. Only at night did her memory return. Only then would she reunite with her former life. Never
could she recall the reason why. This dance of the maze at every dusk. But that was by design of the fae. “I find that by trying to prevent a prophecy you fall right into it’s path.”
But then didn't touch it again until yesterday and created this -
Her father named her Angel because her mother worshipped
el diablo. So Angel wore her cross like a second skin: Attended all services and prayed at every chance, but even Jesus could not fill the space left behind by her mother… As time slipped past Angel could no longer remember how she’d died or when it
happened. Only that she was. She wandered the maze at dusk. And at night her memory returned; reuniting her with another life, one with both parents. She kissed her cross, grateful for the curse.
And today tinkered with a few words to leave it at -
Her father named her Angel because her mother worshipped
el diablo. So Angel wore her cross like a second skin: Attended all services and prayed at every chance, but even Jesus could not fill the space left behind by her mother… As time slipped past Angel could no longer remember how she’d died or when it
happened. Only that she was dead. She wandered her maze at dusk. And at night her memory returned; reuniting her with another life, one with both parents. She kissed her cross, grateful for the curse.
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