Dellie Greenfinch

Someone told me once that it would all be alright in the end. I didn't know it then, but it turns out that she was an oracle. She really did know. She knew everything.
Dellie left us, a few weeks ago. I'm sad, but not really. She knew it was coming, the same way she knew that everything would turn out okay. She predicted her own death, and she made sure that no one would know her, and that no one would miss her. She kept to herself, but there was one person she couldn't stop from careing.
Her father is an interesting man. He's crazy, but then we all are nowadays. He's had a hard life, but he's never been sad for Dellie. Somehow he knows he'll see her again, once he's finally died. I've never really believed in that kind of thing. I've been to busy trying to survive.
Maybe I should start thinking that way, but I don't know if I can. When people die, they're just gone.
So... Maybe I'll think about it. And maybe one day I'll think about her other prediction.

"You'll have two more beautiful children, one more girl and one boy. And everything will turn out fine. Birds and shadows are wonderful gifts."

Patch

     I hate nobleman. Especially fake ones. But he's the worst. Now Periwinkle is dead, and the coin they killed her with is in his pocket. I hate him. I wish he was dead, I really do. But at least he's helpful. At least he taught me things, how to survive, how to make sure you don't get hurt in a world of ballgowns and informants like him. Give them a scrap of information and you're dead in an alley, without a thing to mark your grave or a friend to mourn you. If I ever see him again...
     But I know why he did it. I might have done it. The coin he got afterwards... But Periwinkle trusted him, loved him, and now she's dead, and lost to a fat old coot who wouldn't bother trying. Better to buy. If this is what happens, if this is the result of love, I swear I'll never love anyone. I'm already finding it hard to trust. Might as well cross romance off the list as all.
     I hate him for what he did to her. And I hate myself for hoping, when it's obvious I'll only get hurt.
     I swear I'll never love.


So much for promises.