East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

i'm not a lucky man


Posted on March 13, 2019 by Troy Marks
East


He knew a part of him was probably being selfish. She was the one who had just lost someone very close to her, her boyfriend. She loved him, and then he was gone, right in front of her. That had to be traumatizing. She had it written all over her face that night that he'd held her. But he still wished that she hadn't left like that. He would have gone with her in a heartbeat, not wanting her to be left alone. He knew she blamed herself and feared that she'd gone to put herself in danger, some sort of self punishment for what she assumed to be her fault. He hated not knowing. That was worse than anything. Even if he'd just gotten an anonymous call one night, just to say she was fine, that would have been better than the not knowing. That was pure torture. Sure, he would have used his hunting experience to try to track her down by that one phone call. He wouldn't have stopped until he'd pinpointed the location and headed there straight away, just to try to find her and see for himself that she was okay, but still, it would have been better than not knowing.

He knew better than to believe that she felt the same way about him as he did her back then. She was in a relationship. He never would have done anything to jeopardize that but he couldn't help the way he was feeling. He would have been her friend for as long as she wanted or needed. He cared that much about her. He just wanted her happy. He thought she was getting there again, slowly but surely. He was getting her out of the house and making her smile again. It was a start. But then she left and he was the one feeling hollow inside. Now seeing her standing in front of him like a mirage, it was hard to keep from rubbing his own eyes just to make sure she was real. Her eyes flicked to him, full of hurt and something else, some kind of urge she was keeping in check. He didn't read into it too far, not wanting to assume anything anymore.

It was enough that she was here now, standing in front of him and more whole than she was when she left. That had to mean something. Of course, a lot of things had changed in two years but he was sure they'd get to that. She said his name and her voice trailed off, like there was more to say but she thought better of it. She reiterated that it was nice to see him and started to say something else but stopped herself. His brow lifted in question. She swore that she was going to contact him and he sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he nodded. It would do. It had to. When she stepped forward, he held his ground but tensed a little on instinct. It was still hard to believe that she was really here in front of him.

She sounded sad when she agreed that he wouldn't know of her condition. He could hear the regret in her voice and it made the burden on his shoulders lessen a little. Of course she knew it was wrong not to tell anyone she was okay. But there was nothing either of them could do about it now. She apologized then, saying she wasn't sure who would stop her. He shook his head at that, his voice soft. "I would have gone with you." His gaze slowly lifted to meet her own. He wouldn't have hesitated to follow her to the ends of the earth back then. Then she asked if he would stay and talk to her and after a minute of contemplation, he nodded and walked back to the couches. He sat down, feeling slightly awkward as he looked to her. "So....how are you?" It seemed like the thing to ask. She looked okay, but did she feel it?


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