The Apology

All I wanted was a word,

To pass your lips and enter mine,

Give breath to mercy, let it shine,

And burn away the darkness

He never said he was sorry.


Not like he meant it.

"Sorry," he'd shout as they ducked amongst Soldiers he'd brought down on their heads. "Sorry," he'd mutter, as he jarred against her amidst the panicked streams of refugees fleeing towns they'd failed to save. "Sorry," he'd smirk as they accidentally brushed too close together on cold, Corrupted nights.

He would be laughing or swearing. It wouldn't count. The word was just another joke or curse. Elika didn't even hear it anymore.

She certainly didn't hear it when she was asleep.

There was no fire. It was too dangerous. He kept watch over her in the darkness, her huddled shape curled into a rough circle like a flower trying to crawl back inside its bud.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

No-one heard but him, and Ahriman, and Ormazd.

A/N: My deepest, truest apologies. I'm so sorry I haven't updated this for so long. In fact, you must thank PauseTheTragicEnding for gently reminding me.

The truth is that I've graduated from university, and I've found an amazing job, but more importantly, I've begun to write my own stories under the name Lee S. Hawke. So while unfortunately I don't think I will be writing fanfiction for a while until I establish myself as an author, I hope that if you've ever enjoyed any of my stories, you'll join me at leeshawke[FULL STOP]com. I can't wait to see you there.

Also, until April 21 (Australian time), I'm so excited to announce that you can get beautiful signed copies of my recently published work Division: A Collection of Short Stories and Dissolution: A Dystopian Novella, and your money will also be going toward a fantastic cause! I've joined forces with the Royal Society of Victoria, an organization that's ben promoting science education and community outreach since 1854, to start the campaign Science Fiction for Science (pozi[FULL STOP]be/sciencefictionforscience) where you can get some great science fiction and fantasy rewards (including my own books and even a signed copy of The Martian by Andy Weir!). 50% of the proceeds will go towards the RSV's education and community outreach programs, and the rest will go towards costs and supporting Australian publishing, including my own stories. So please, if you have a moment, check out the campaign and share it with your science and science fiction-loving friends to help pull it over the finish line.

And thanks again for joining me throughout an indelible part of my writing journey. I wouldn't be the writer today without you. Thank you.

- Shadowhawke / Lee S. Hawke