Sunlight-Colored Roses

I located a feature in Microsoft Word called auto-summary. The program tries to guess key points of your work and make a summary. You can control the size.

Basically, it looks like a lot of random sentences put together, and it sounds very creepy.

“Shelley.”

“Your eyes… they’re blue. Your hair’s gold.” “Ophelia. Ophelia Cambriel.”

I grew aware of my surroundings once Shelley was gone. “Johnny. I felt restless, and no longer wished to remain in the room. My eyes lighted immediately on Shelley before the fireplace. Shelley accompanied me around the building. I knew I could not mention Johnny’s presence to Shelley.

I felt helpless beneath his eyes. “Life.” “How long did I sleep?”

Your hair. “Your eyes are violet. Shelley swore and snatched my hand away.

“Don’t touch anything in this room. It was handwritten in a small, precise hand—not Shelley’s. Shelley unlocked one of the doors. I looked—as Shelley looked—barely twenty. “Ophelia. “Yours, too,” Shelley said from behind me.

“You know of Shelley’s work?”

I still shivered when I entered a dark room, or closed my eyes. I gripped Johnny’s hand.

If you promise you won’t tell Shelley.”

“Shelley. Shelley touched my hair as I went. An experiment—such as what Shelley would do. My face.

Your hair is golden. Your eyes… violet.

Shelley’s words came to me again, chilling me. “Remember your promise to me,” Shelley said as he studied my face in the firelight.

Shelley advanced behind me with interest. Shelley’s hand came over my arm to stay me. “Shelley,” I whispered, unnerved. “Shelley.”

After a moment, I remembered falling asleep in the firelight near Shelley.
Was it mine, as Shelley had said?

The photographs were of Shelley. Your hair is golden. My face grew heated.

“Johnny,” I said, pleased.

“Ophelia. In the silence, Johnny watched me. “If you wish. Johnny released my hand. I lifted my candle to Johnny’s face. Shelley—I longed to ask. Shelley laughed subtly. “Ophelia Cambriel. “Remember. Shelley was watching me. Shelley was in search of something precious. Shelley’s hands came over my shoulders. “Shelley!” We also share relationships—with Shelley and Johnny. I opened it to Johnny, and felt relief. “I told Shelley—“

“Not any longer,” he said, touching my hand. I turned and met Shelley’s amused gaze. “How have you been, Shelley?” Johnny asked ironically.

Johnny’s gaze fixed him across the table. Johnny rose from the table.

“Johnny. “Shelley, forgive yourself your humanity.”

Johnny finished his meal and excused himself, leaving me and Shelley alone. My eyes fluttered closed.

Shelley wrenched me from the room and closed the door. “Shelley!” There were not just Shelley’s things there. Would Shelley want me if I showed no promise of being her? Shelley thought he was God. Your face has changed.”

I remembered what Johnny had said. Shelley left himself too much alone. I closed my eyes as he caressed my hair, my face. “If protected… In the darkness, I tentatively touched his long, bright hair. It’s growing cold.”

“Shelley!” “Shelley!” “Not long. Shelley has built you to be immortal.”

Shelley worked too strenuously to preserve your life. I wanted to protest, but I doubted Shelley. “Have you seen Shelley? I felt alarmed. Johnny’s expression was dark.