Sapphic Voices Romance

Full Circle

Part Two

The name was sacred. A memorial. She didn’t dare say it aloud. The song, haunting and lilting, filtered like lightning struck in the tiny room; a room so small it couldn’t possibly contain the power of it.

Moira of the violet eyed Pyre’s. The musical group that took the world by storm. Ripped hearts across the nation and left the pieces there to pick up like fragile flowers.

Her Moira—even though she’d been told more times than she could count Moira belonged to the masses— her lover, her best friend. The first strains of the Crescendo album struck her mortal wounds. Tea forgotten she slid down to the floor, the throaty contralto zinging through her like a powerful drug.

The wind kicked up outside, sending the curtains fluttering, bringing the salt tang of the sea air that she avoided anymore. She inhaled it like life giving air. It was ambrosia, sweet and painfully sharp now, and it made her want to rend something.

A storm…

“Yes,” she hissed, the sound sizzling like acid. “Yes!”

She bolted. Into the coming night that called her like a fatal siren’s song, slapping hard at the volume button on the way, cranking it to ear bursting levels.

Running…

Ocean crashing, storms clouds gathering like angry black bruises boiling overhead…

The spell of the night was on her lips, agony in her heart, and speed in her feet. And she ran. The music followed—Moira’s deep voice like a balm and a sword against her nerves. Would it ever stop? The pain of loss, the fire burning like slow moving lava through her soul, eating away at the fiber of her.

She stopped, wind whipping at blue-black hair, giving it angry life. She threw her head back. Bowed her back, arms in the air, and let fly with a blood-curdling scream.

Again…

Again…

Again…

Raw…

She stopped, heaving, eyes blazing, heart booming.

Drained…

The haunting, gut-wrenching strains of Crescendo coming to a crashing climax around her, as the ocean added it’s powerful voice.

“Moira…” she breathed, eyes staring at the ever-changing sky.

Yes, say it. Say it. Purge it.

“Moira…


... to be continued.

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