“Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.”
- William Shakespeare
“If we are to be true friends, tell me all about you,” Voltaire said. “I want to know you.”
Quinn and Voltaire sat down on the bed. Quinn ate the cattail’s pollen before she began her story.
“Once there was Quinn,” said Quinn. “She had friends and family, she was happy. Quinn cannot remember how but she turned to sand and everyone died. Quinn could not control when she turned, so she hid away. She hid away to protect people. Days passed for Quinn, then years. Years passed for Quinn in loneliness. She wanted someone to see her, anyone, in anyway. Quinn went to find people, but she ended up killing them. Quinn does not know why it happens. They will not look at her. Others now leave her alone. Quinn tries to make them stay. They get hurt. Everyone becomes so sad. No one wants to stay with Quinn.”
“I am here now,” Voltaire said. “I will have to leave, but I promise I will always come back to you. Those people you killed do not matter. All your victims are better off dead.”
Quinn flinched when Voltaire said these words, but she would not disagree in fear that it would cause him to turn away from her as so many others had.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.