Ayra
There's a distinct trail of footsteps behind me. They mark my past failings and successes. I was much better then, than I am now.
I have no idea what lies ahead. I don't have any tracks to point that out.
The land was drenched in a misty heat. There was an unpleasant feel to the very air and it left me with awkward sweat stains on my shirt. I hoped Cal didn't notice, even though he was sweatier than me, and his bright hair was awkwardly plastered to his forehead.
You glow because your smile is bright when we talk. You are lovely and sad and you manage to find the time to try at a conversation. You hold my hand across the distance and tell me you believe in me. I'll be okay.
I want to scream until my throat is raw and the tears blot everything out. I am sinking in your beauty and you don't see it. You told me before you don't feel the same a i do.
His hair is a pale fire and his face is the soft white of snow. He's beautiful but I remind my self not to reach out and grab his hand because we aren't a couple. His eyes are like the sea and they're so easy to get lost in. But I can't stare too long, we aren't a couple. Maybe when I ask him this Friday that will change. When he's so lovely I can't think about anything else, or when his patient kindness stands an ever present banner, or when his mind baffles me, I'll be able to kiss him or take his hand because we'll be a couple.
He was the bravest coward I'd ever seen.It was strange to think that mere days ago he cowered in fear at the aspect of standing up to one of them. Now he swung with reckless confidence and gambled his life to spare ours.
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