Log Entry 001: Intro
27 Jul 2016The Deputy
She's looking at me again, staring up at me while I hold her in my arms. The warm sensation of her blood trickling between fingers as I grasp as tight as I can.
"Don't go, please God don't go!" I say over and over again.
She reaches up, her cold hand presses against my cheek. "Help me" she says.
There is nothing I can do. I'm paralyzed.
She exhales one last time.
I watch her meld into stone, her eyes burned and blinded, her own sword driven through her heart, and a broken scale lay off in the distance.
This is the dream I have every night.