Sins of our fathers

The more he fell for her, the stronger he cast her aside. But she knew why. And she only loved him more for that.

Don't you dare pay for what is not your sin! She wanted to scream. But the two-headed boy could only see her lips move. For he went back to his glass jar. So she gulped and sang him a little tune instead.

Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are

But one day, she thought, she will take him under that Christmas tree in snow. Yes, she will wait. To watch the spirals of white softly flow over their eyelids, until the point when they both let go.