“You remind me of her. I see her…”
“…fear in you.”
“I loved her, you know. That’s why I had to let her go. But she didn’t love me. She never came back.”
“And she knew how to come back. She knew how to keep the dark away. But she wouldn’t tell me.”
“You know what that’s like, don’t you? To be betrayed by the person you loved the most, the person you thought would always be there?”
She reached the weed-choked yard and stood for a moment, observing the waterfall and its tragic love affair with the moonlight.
Poor moonlight. She knew what it was to be betrayed and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
“Lilith, come”, the house pleaded.
The very small and pale Lilith doll wanted to protest, to say that Jason had loved her and had sacrificed himself for her.
That was what the very small and pale Lilith doll wanted.
But the swirling blood red maelstrom was in control now.
“You see, Lilith, fire…fire purifies. Fire takes what has grown tattered and old and tainted and makes it new again.”
“The light of the fire is the light of truth.”
“And the truth, Lilith…the truth is that we all burn.”
“Would you like to see my garden?”
“I am coming”, she answered, and began to walk. She was a lifeless marionette, and the house controlled her strings. It pulled her forward, promising warmth and light and love.
“Oh yes, Lilith, we all burn.”
“And I collect the ashes.”