The Voice This was a room with two people, fumbling in the dark. Both wanting warmth and light, but unable to find it. Another tear. "I cannot help the way that I am. But I am sorry that it hurt you." ~Alyssa Kingsley
The sound of her voice forming his name was akin to a lance piercing skin, flesh and bone. He didn't turn, neither did he speak. The hand he had resting on the handle of the door the only outward sign of pause. ''..I am sorry that it hurt you.'' her words, and the handle turned. Releasing the door from its frame. Two echoing steps later and he was gone.
The door was closed from the other side and fading steps could be heard, descending the stairs of the tower.
