Her life ended with her mother’s. In the moment when Halo Jane in one space and her mother in another. Alone together unknown sharing that specific liminal space.
Halo was dancing with her whole soul, while in a basement far away, her mother was losing her fight to keep hers. The losing battle of counterfeit victories to a bad actor.
Intricately Apart their souls teared together. When she arrived at the house. She knew before anyone said anything. It was so visceral that it made an audible sound as it tore, not that anyone cared to acknowledge it. And in that moment Halo didn’t realize what it was.
Her ears pounded the oceanic redness of her blood racing from her breaking heart.
Don’t say it.
Don’t say it.
She begged inside her frozen mind.
Unblinking Halo knelt down beside her mother. The light gone. Face stiff.
For not the first nor even the 6th time the fluttering frustrated observations that life once again wanted to wound her.
She closed her eyes as tears, more of disappointment than sadness, welled up.
Another person let her down.
This is where, with immense despair we place the first piece to begin reassembling the puzzle of the magnificently heartbreaking story of Halo Jane.
EndingJanuary 