The Horse is Dead

Lily is bleeding. A splinter had found its way into her stone heart and the only way to remove it is to cup the heart in both hands and crush it completely. She hesitates for a moment and tries to remember why she needs a heart.

Nothing comes into mind.

So, it was done.

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We are not dead, SOB. It's much worse than that. We have bodies that live but have lost our souls. We sold it when we had the chance. I made the mistake of thinking I was still alive, fooled by a heartbeat that was but an involuntary spasm of dying nerves. It was only a fluke. Nothing more. I know it now, dearest, do you?

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There is nothing more amusing than a game played with so much art and skill. Bravo, Adam. You were brilliant. I would have never guessed you had it in you. Will you thank Kevin for me for being such a sweetheart and covering for you? Next time, I will find a way to return the favour. Oh and don't worry...it didn't take me too long to realise that I've nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to feel small or rejected, nor feel unwanted and underestimated. As a friend once said,

Pity those who do not see you for who you are and choose only to define you based on imposed standards. Do not feel bad for yourself but for that person who is impaired with a narrow mind incapable of appreciation outside of bubbles and boxes. Never allow yourself to be discriminated against and you will never be a victim of it. Their power is dependent on your insecurity. Victims are always willing.

I'm ending it now, little boy. The horse is dead, game over. See you around...