The Black Rose
By: Toni G. Sinns
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Ashton looked at Jasilyn more alert from his nap. “Who are
you?” his raspy voice came out trying to sound strong. This only curled the red
lips of Jasilyn’s mouth into a smirk. “Is that any way to talk to someone who
saved you?” She retaliated without answering his question. Her voice was like a
soft melody to his ears and drew him closer to her. “Thank you,” he told her
quietly as his body lowered to sit on the edge of the couch farthest from her.
“My name is Jasilyn,” she finally answered his original question before
returning to the book in her hand. Blackbird Pond was in gold letters over the
black cover of the book that Ashton could read. “Ashton,” he replied to her
after a moment of silence although she had not asked for his. It felt only
polite and correct to offer his own name.
The two sat in the room silently for some time. The only
sounds were that of the outside winds and wild creatures. Ashton searched his
mind for a word, phrase, statement, or question to void the silence and create
a source of conversation. Something drew Ashton to Jasilyn; a mysterious force
of almost fate like would not let his eyes draw away from her. Jasilyn felt his
eyes on her and for some time tried to ignore it, but eventually her green eyes
slipped up to meet his own hazel eyes. “You’re not human,” Ashton’s voice
whispered. With a slight shake of her head, Jasilyn’s voice floated into
Ashton’s ears, “Neither are you.”
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