Sing, Canary - Ashley Amy Page 0,47
help her. That’s all we can do because the past cannot be changed.”
Most wouldn't understand sharing an intimate moment while feeling so horrible, but I did. Delilah always grounded me when the darkness of pain crept along my vision. Her touch and intimacy saved me many times.
As my heart hurt, the memory of her soft smile plagued me. When she saw my beast coming out, she'd simply place the palm of her hand in the center of my chest. That alone would ground me into being stable.
My hand moved up, feeling the phantom pain of her last touch. There were things you missed about a loved one when they passed. My wife's hand resting in the center of my chest was one of the things I missed the most.
No one understood the ache I felt on my flesh where her hand used to be. Though, something stopped my spiraling thoughts. A name the dark angel used.
Lyra...
It wasn't a common name, and he was an angel. Could this asshole be referring to my guardian? The chances were slim, but I had an uneasy feeling growing within my bosom.
Leaving them, I let my feet carry me as my mind worked through the odds. Everything weighed heavily on my thoughts as I found myself outside the shower.
During the day, I came here often for a moment of reprieve. Sadly, right now, it was the females' time for the use of my quiet space. One of the showers ran as I neared the entry.
Before I could turn to leave, a little voice caught my ear. Usually, I'd think nothing of it. The sound was angelic, sure, but it was the lyrics that glued my feet to the ground as I listened.
In the night’s lingering breeze,
I’ll leave you with my memories.
They’ll be old thoughts of both of us.
Ones that’ll never settle in the dust.
When I’m gone someday, by tomorrow,
I never want you to feel that sorrow.
Your heart only aches in sweet memory.
It is the placeholder for the world to see.
So, rest easy, my dearest child.
Who has restless thoughts going wild.
That even when I’m gone from this day,
Your heart will remember what I’d say.
This is my lullaby for the broken and lost.
To a person who paid for love at the highest cost.
Cementing what I was already piecing together, I learned the woman who spent every night making sure I was okay, had been bullied in the very prison I stood in. I let her get eaten alive by the manipulating wolves in this place.
Before I could turn to leave, I noticed Lyra kept singing. Usually, the song stopped on that last line. Singing to herself, she had no idea I could hear the brokenness of her soul.
You're up there now, resting on high,
Yet I remain here, singing on a sigh.
You sang your lullaby to me,
On nights I had bad memories.
They are not gone, but you are.
I can't battle them with you so far.
So, I sing your simple song to myself.
And hope the words will give me help.
I'm so lost without you,
But I know your words ring true.
Your wings still carry me in heart.
I no longer feel them from being apart.
This was your lullaby because I'm broken and lost.
I'm the person who paid for love at the highest cost.
After she finished, Lyra wept loud enough for all to hear. I knew it was wrong of me, but I could not leave my guardian the way she was. I should've never found out who she was, but I wouldn't waste time.
She needed saving. She needed the same comfort she offered me so willingly.
I found my angel on the floor, laying in the fetal position. The cold water made her lips turn blue, but my guardian didn't show signs of being cold.
Glassy, her eyes couldn't find me as I neared her. She was lost inside her head, demons poisoning her conscious mind.
Somehow, her past found her present and held her captive. Knowing I couldn't leave her there, I gathered her frozen body in my arms.
I grabbed her clothes and towel, draping them over her exposed body parts. No one would see her so intimately without her permission. Though, right now, I needed to warm her up.
I needed for her to hear me through her personal purgatory.
As I passed a guard, he tried to intervene. I gave him one look. Slanting my brows and lifting one side of my nose, made him think better of getting in my way.
I sprinted by the two men that made me aware of who I held. Though, it was her song that truly sang to me. She never let me know she added her own section to it, but I understood how private they were for her.
Laying her on my bed, I quickly undressed to give her body heat. From exerting myself, I had warmed my body up plenty.
Her cold form was like ice against the naked flesh of my chest, but I wouldn't let her go. I couldn't lose the last little bit of my humanity. Lyra was my only remaining tie that kept my demon at bay.
She meant more to me than I realized. I had grown used to her companionship in a similar way I had relied on Delilah's.
Swallowing hard, I kept watch over the young female who had scars lining her thighs and lower stomach. I closed my eyes, remembering the day she was gifted to me. More made sense now that I had her in my cell.
When I asked the good lord for a guardian, he told me his angel would need me too. I didn't understand his words. Not until she lay below me, resting in my arms.
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