13 Philippe
Philippe wakes before the sun for the second day in a row. He had tried to sleep of course, but upon awakening, thoughts plague his mind. He knows Damian is gone. He felt his death a few days after they escaped. But he still feels the echoes of Damian’s voice in his mind. Telling him that he wasn’t good enough. That his powers are wasted on him. That he’s the reason Shauna was hurt.
He looks at her now, sleeping peacefully. She lets her hair out when she sleeps. He used to imagine that she slept like an angel, her hair splayed out in a golden halo around her head. Now he knows the truth. She is no beauty when she sleeps. She snores loudly. Not regular snores either. It starts out quiet, then crescendos into a glorious trumpeting. Her hair is a tangled mess that falls across
