I light a candle to keep the Shades away. I light a candle to stay off the Night and extend the Day. I light a candle hoping to give the Spectre the feeling of Dismay. All are beacons telling Him he cannot have me, not this day.
The rain had swept his hair over his forehead so that she could hardly see his face. That was solved a second later, however, when he dashed his hand through it, so it was slicked back. The boy would've been handsome too if it weren't for the two scars that marred his face. She tried not to stare at them, but it was probably obvious as her eyes kept drifting back to them