Breaking into the house had been easy enough. He could have avoided the doors entirely, but there was something satisfying about cracking through the glass window of his own home that he found almost charming. Glass scattered everywhere and was crushed beneath his heels. A fine patina of dust lifted from the floor in his wake as he trailed through each room like a ghost, observing the living headstone the boy had left for him. He touched nothing.
Leaving the house was more difficult. He stood in the doorway that overlooked the sea, though he could see little more than the moon's reflection crawling across the water. His expression was passive; he lit a cigarette and placed it between his teeth, letting the scent of clove and smoke smother out the smells of his old life. Minutes waned, or longer. He could see the edges of the dawn and the cold smell of a fall morning. The cigarette died out between his fingers. When he heaved a sigh, fog began to gather at his heels.
The beach house burned long into the night, leaving scorch marks in the sand and a black skeleton that reached up into the sky. It was cruel, but Sinjin knew no other way.
--
don't hurt me, don't haunt me
in your arms, in your arms
Leaving the house was more difficult. He stood in the doorway that overlooked the sea, though he could see little more than the moon's reflection crawling across the water. His expression was passive; he lit a cigarette and placed it between his teeth, letting the scent of clove and smoke smother out the smells of his old life. Minutes waned, or longer. He could see the edges of the dawn and the cold smell of a fall morning. The cigarette died out between his fingers. When he heaved a sigh, fog began to gather at his heels.
The beach house burned long into the night, leaving scorch marks in the sand and a black skeleton that reached up into the sky. It was cruel, but Sinjin knew no other way.
--
don't hurt me, don't haunt me
in your arms, in your arms