Pete sat atop the lion’s head outside the museum, eyes closed, hands clasped in front of him; just drinking in the sun’s heat and trying to make his mind go blank.
It didn’t go blank. Frustration, sadness, despair and fear welled up inside of him unbidden and swirled around his mind, gathering strength and becoming a storm with him helpless at the centre; tears streamed down his face as he bent over his knees, his body heaving with the force of his sobs.
How could she leave him?
Just then the lion’s head snapped upwards throwing Pete in the air; he fell into its gaping maw, screamed as it shut its jaws with a loud clang, blood gushing over its lips and teeth.
Ayo had been basking in the sunlight, absorbing energy; he had enough now. He stepped off the pedestal, vanished in a flash of light.