Demir
I am frozen in time and space. As I stand in the middle of my own house, which is now empty and cold, the phone still to my ear, I struggle for breath. In a moment I lost everything. My son, my girl. The impossible choice between the two of them is overwhelming. I can’t even get angry at Geneva from taking that choice away from me. My crazy, sweet, hotheaded little witch who never, not even once stops to think before sacrificing herself for others.
But if she thinks, even for one second that I am going to let her do it, she hasn’t learned her lesson, not really. And I am more than happy to teach it to her again and again until it gets through to her thick brain that she’s no longer alone, that she’ll never be alone again.
Fear and anger, and hope, battle inside of me as I finally
