I didn’t know anything about science. What did I know about love?
“How did this happen?” I asked the gape-mouthed mute takeout containers that were gathering around me.
“Pyrah was supposed to have been the impetus casting a warming light, illuminating my ignorance and leading me out of the shadows into revelations wondrous and new,” I told the indifferent containers.
“Kenn was supposed to be my friend,” the wall echoed back.
“And then they ruined everything,” I sighed.
Pyrah had indeed led me into a new world, but in doing so had cast me into the forest of despair, a darker and more foreboding place than any I could have imagined, only to abandon me without a guide. With Pyrah in my life, there was lightness and a future. Like the optimism and reflection of a Poe song. But now with he
