The Sun And The Moon T•M•R

Chapter 66

He had been staring at the corridors wall for so long the white was now streaking with flashes of cyan and pink.

He hated this place, everything was too white, too clean.

Everyone was too friendly it all seemed so fake. It made him feel slightly nauseous 24/7.

Not to mention the idiotic company he was being forced to keep. The closest thing he had came to having an intelligent conversation was when the therapist constantly asked him every day "well Mr Darwell.... if you could describe you feelings in colours wha-"

"all of them" was always his answer.

At first it shocked her a little she expected him to completely ignore her or throw some vulgar insult at her.

"A-all of them? Like... like a rainbow-"

"no not like a rainbow Miss Tombsbury, what rainbow have you ever seen with black, brown, grey, or white in It?"

"Well none but I-"

"I said all the colours. Every single one" he snapped.

"But I... Mr Darwell you must realise this isnt going to help with your colour stu-" Tom chuckled bitterly.

"My colour studies?" He said mockingly and laughed again as her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.

"If I must dumb it down for you Miss Tombsury let me put it into a phrase you'd understand. When you take all the colours of the universe and mix them together, do you know what you get? Black. The blackest of blacks that artists have ever recorded" he hissed.

The therapist gulped.

Like an old fuzzy television his vision seemed to buffer with nothing to focus on except the never ending flaky white paint. The only thing Tom was focused on was his thoughts.

Thoughts of her.

If he was to be completely honest with himself he didnt know what he was going to do with her when he got out. The idea of blowing her head off with a stick of dynamite was quite appealing.

Or maybe drowning her in the water she loved so deeply.

But no he could not harm her without harming himself, in more ways that just the unbreakable vow.

It would harm his health (and he did not plan on going through that agonizing pain again any time soon)

it could harm his plans taking in the fact that his valuable heir was growing inside of her.

And also his hea- Tom grimaced.

He did not just think that.

Disgusting.

She was the reason he was here.

She was the reason that his plots continually failed him. She was the reason his plans had disintegrated into nothing but dying ashes.

But a flame can always be reformed among the ink black coals when a spark hits.

And said spark just walked past his room...

the peculiar women from a few days ago was lingering in the corridor around his room like a fly to a light, he could see her fiddling with her fingers pacing back and forth down the corridor so she flashed before his eyes every 15 seconds.

"The corridor isn't a treadmill you know" he said lowly not loud enough to be a shout but just so she could hear him.

She froze in the doorway her body going rigged.