I felt like a dormouse.
Right after the screaming started. I don’t understand how two people once in love can hate each other so much.
Or how they can claw my fuzzy world apart and still be fighting.
Tears stream down my face. Burning even as they fall in perfect, watery coins on my burgundy bible cover.
Swabbing them away with my cheesecloth, I sit down on the bed to scribble a last note. A torn page from a notebook will work fine.
I kiss the top of the page to leave a lip print. Mauve Mocha, my first lipstick shade.
‘Mom, Dad, I love you. Remember me.’ I fold the paper in half and across, scrawling ‘Love Cassie’ on the front before tucking it halfway under the flap of my bible.
From the duffel in front of me, I take my prayer journal, opening to the page with the ribbon marker, I empty my thoughts in short sentences.
Father, are you sure I shouldn’t stay? You aren’t pushing me to go, but you won’t let me stay. Where are you sending me? My heart is breaking in two, can you fix it?
I chew the pen and look around for a moment. My bedroom is bare. I’ve packed most of what I want.
Yarren may be able to take more. I hope so. I don’t want to leave my stuff behind, but I will if I have to.
Closing the journal, I tuck it inside the duffel and zipper it shut. Walking to the mirror on the wall, I pull out a necklace.
A gold pendant, shaped like a teardrop, with nothing inside. As empty as I feel.
I hold it up to the mirror and wait, eyes closed.
There is a bright flash from behind and I turn to see Yarren standing right behind me.
He is wearing his official uniform and he still hasn’t gotten that haircut.
Dark hair is pulled into a short, neat, ponytail. I see that he has dyed the ends green to match his wrist guards.
“Cassie?” He reaches out with a kerchief and I let him wipe the tears away. “Are you sure…?”
I take a deep breath and nod before grabbing him in a hug. “I don’t have any peace about staying. I’m anxious about what I’ll do when I get there, but nothing about leaving. Just sort of…quiet and sad.”
Yarren mumbles from above my duffel. “You’re traveling twenty-two hundred years into the future. There is plenty to worry about and nothing, as long as you are in His care. He did bring us together for a reason.”
“I don’t want to go down in history.” I sniffle into his sensible shoulder. “I just want to be remembered.”
I feel him nodding and turn to watch as he spins a green energy globe on his fingertips.
It darts away, sucking up everything in my room.
“Leave the bible!” I blurt, relieved when the globe halts and allows me to retrieve it. “It’s staying.”
“You’re sure?” Yarren catches the globe and tucks it into a pocket.
“Don’t they have bibles in the future?” I counter, setting it on the floor of my now bare bedroom.
I smile back. “It’s just something worth leaving behind.”
His smile softens. “Are you ready?”
“You’re the warpmaster.” I tease, struggling to recover an inkling of happiness.
The yelling is getting louder and the sound of footsteps on the stairway draw me back to the present.
“Yarr-!” I start, he grabs me tight and I close my eyes, fisting my hands in his shirt collar.
There is a flash…a pull…and peace.
Thank you, Father!
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