gullsy
They threw me away. It was over. Everything. I breathed in deeply, trying to quell my emotions that were stirring beneath the surface. My brow furrowed in pain. Everything was becoming too much.
Don't want to breathe, can't breathe, won't breathe. I feel my body convulsing. It's not as bad as they said it would be.
We fell together, the fingers of my right hand intertwined with his left. I dimly wondered if this would be the last time I would see him.
I kept fiddling with the dials, waiting for something within me to click; waiting for something to feel right.
I ran my hand over the sheet of paper, smoothing out the wrinkles. My hand blurred in front of my eyes, left a pink mark over the poster.
I put my new shades on. I looked good. Really good. Like, 'damn, I wish I was her' good. I looked at my reflection on the tinted car window and smiled seductively. The window rolled down and a man gave me a weird look. I choked on an intake of breath and apologized as my face flushed. This will make a great story later; I could feel it in my bones.
The cold was seeping into his bones. It was making him sluggish, the sharp stinging turning into a dull ache. His eyelids drooped, his breathing slowed; the will for living lost. Where she touched his arm hurt, her warm hands too much for his frigid skin. She reached out instinctively, mournfully and touched him again, her hands begging him not to leave. In response his heart drummed a painful tattoo against his chest, his blood pumping eagerly through his veins. He opened his eyes. A sickly grin played at the corners of his chapped lips. "I won't go," he croaked with much effort, "I couldn't bear the thought of you alone."
She stood in a field of wheat, its tips tickling her shoulders. Her net held at the ready, her hat tipped at a cocky angle, she swung her net over her head. Time and time again, she succeeded in capturing the hazy sunlight that was everywhere. She placed her net down in the field gently, light blazing in every direction. She breathed sunlight and exhaled radiance.
She looked down on him coolly. Frost glazed her blind eyes, her voice was like frigid. "What even gave you the idea that we could be in a serious relationship?" she hissed, her lips numb with unfeeling. Ice surrounded and embittered her heart once more.
Her golden locks were tied in a lose bun, rebellious strands curling down her neck. She was framed by a window which tenderly caught her reflection. She had ivory skin and emerald eyes framed by thick lashes. Her small, pink lips were curved upwards. Her laugh was like birdsong: fresh and sweet.
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