Grow this Garden with Love

The more time he had alone the easier it was to fall back into the welcome hallucinations of events he willed into existence instead of events that were happening in the real world. He had been so blinded by his desire for the unreal he couldn’t see the bright future that tried to find him. Samara was spending all her time devoted to him, and her hard work was not going without reward. Rhyme was becoming more stable and he was letting himself get lost in the dream world less and less.

More than a whole day passed since he had seen Shaye’s haunting, and his mind lingered on the tiny she wolf more now. The summer season was upon them, they were another year older and his age weighed on him heavily. He was sleeping now, it was easier sometimes than being awake. Having to suffer through the guilt and pain of his current state. More than once during the day he contemplated his worthlessness and drain on Abaven. He needed to get up, he needed to do something. Rhyme was doing nothing for Shaye’s memory in his current situation.

Samara’s voice brought him to consciousness, her words were sweet as he brought his head up. Rhyme focused on the dainty woman and pushed himself out of the den. Though he enjoyed her next to him she was obviously sure that he needed to join her outdoors. Rhyme’s tall frame was pulled none too fast from the hole he was recovering in to be greeted by her bright smile. Her grin was easier to come than his own, and he still had yet to crack the first smile after tragedy.

She was trying to give him a job, something to do for her after she had already done so much for him. Had she not found him that day he wondered where he would be. Possibly reunited with Shaye in ways he hadn’t ever intended. If he was needed here he would stay, but he had to find his purpose. He had to choose the path towards light. ”Project?” He asked softly as she managed to make his tail wag softly at his ankles.

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