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Ice skating? But, it's cold out. Why would you want to do something outside when it's so nasty out there. The ice is perfect? Well, it's a small lake. I guess I can try it. Hot cocoa after?
The lights didn't glare. My heart didn't begin to race. I didn't stutter as I spoke another lie. It was just another day. Another mask to don.
It was still here. His toothbrush. The bristles frayed, in need of replacement. Tiny specks of red dotted the surface. He always brushed too hard. Red staining the sink. Red staining his memory. It was still here.
It turned to ash in his mouth. Nothing but nutrients meant to fuel his body and mind. Nothing but necessity. It tasted of air, or water. It didn't entice him like it used to. So long ago. Flavors that would dance seductively on his tongue. Gone. In ash.
The keys were struck with deft precision. A cacophony of sound bleeding from fingers. Healing the pain. Driving the darkness into the depths of the mind. Away from consciousness. Numb. Numb to everything but the music.