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The house was silhouetted in the glowing dusk. I stepped up towards the front door, inviting myself into the dinner party preparations.

This skater boy with his heart beneath the sleeve surrendering his exterior to his love his sweeter tastes force his desire to let the wind take his breath and his breath to take her in.

Her toes skimmed the wooden floors, reflected perfectly in the adjacent mirrors. Her hair fell gracefully upon her shoulders as she twirled. The soft keys of music keep the withering hush from the room.

His hair curled around the faded cloth as if it had grown with the hair, naturally fitting in with his style. It so effortlessly kept the stray hairs at bay, keeping his face clear of any annoyances.

fort

They built the fort in the middle of some large trees. Made of wood, stone and mud, it held through the seasons, lasting many years, providing shelter to any who dared to stop by.

Confined to this space, surrounded on all sides by thick, brick walls, built to withstand any impact made by humans. I paced to and fro across my cell. My thoughts rewinded each and every memory, trying to piece together how I ended up in this situation.

It was difficult to determine the outcome of such an exuberant outburst of emotion. We stood there speechless, all eyes watching Nee's heavy pants as he slowly calmed himself to a normal state of being.

I tried to stare at him, but he remained a blurry mess of colors behind my tears, trying not to fall. I didn't know what to say or how to say it.

There it was, trapped, cornered between the two cement walls. The poor little rabbit was shaking in a frenzy. No where to turn, it shrunk into the walls, unsuccessful in its attempt to camouflage with the walls.

He had done it. he had started this whole thing and he wouldn't even take the fall. After all the talks of being braver and more responsible, on becoming a better person, and he can't even admit that he had done it. I spoke up "He's the one. He is the instigator. Don't go after her, she was only a victim of his mad schemes."

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