Elizabeth Zoba

She had learned that terrible lesson by now. Powerlessness was a familiar ache.

She wished she could absorb the poison in his blood. Take the burden from his shoulders. Exorcise his demons

She was a dark house, empty save for its ghosts, and Teddy was the light in the window. Even if that light had dimmed

Why make a deal with the future when the present is infinitely more titillating?

surviving didn’t feel like much of an accomplishment

Cora was a rock wedged in a stream, watching life pass her by and happen to other people.

Just because she was resigned to her fate didn’t mean she wanted to be reminded of it, however

A bolt of sinister energy convulsed through her. A stab of pain. An ache of anguish. And then emptiness.

The premonition of death was coming to fruition. But there was no blood on her hands as she clawed at her constricting chest. It wasn’t her heart being wrenched out.

Should’ve held onto him and told him she loved him while she had the chance. Her last chance. Now, there would be only his memory to love.

With her only light extinguished, she was alone in darkness

Panic heated and chilled her blood in turn. Her heart rammed against her ribs in a frenzy to escape.