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It was like she didn't know how far off land she'd gotten. When you're just drifting, it's easy to forget. It's easy to let days and nights turns into weeks and months. And before you know it, you're somewhere far, far away. You're someone that you don't recognize anymore.
The child didn't understand. Just weeks before, he had toys and candy and nearly all he wanted. And now, his mother sat crying. And he stomach sat growling.
He couldn't comprehend what it was about. Why couldn't it just go back to the way it was before?
She had never been one to like guns, but there was something about a man with a pistol in his pants that just drove her wild.
When he came in the door, she could felt herself melt. She hated that she let him get to her. That he had any power over her. But, he made her heart bang.
He spit the water out. He almost choked.
Could it really be? Was the water dancing?
He knew that magical things happened sometimes, but he could have never imagined something like this. The drops flowed together as if possessed.
My oh my, she had a glimmer of hope so wide it was a river. And it rushed and flowed just like a river, turning at the bend and coming back again.
It dumped out into the ocean, into the vastness of it all.
She only liked chocolate when it was warm out. She would take a piece and wrap it around her tongue until it melted.
It created in her a comfort against the heat. It made it bearable, somehow. The sweetness saved her.
She sat on her balcony, feeling the mist as the violent rain fell. She had never seen a storm like this. She watched as the lighting hit, hoping for something close, but not ever expecting the roar.
Alas, she took the petals off the rose and pushed them along the table. They felt so soft between her fingers. It made her feel uncomfortable. The situation was too serious for beauty.
She crushed them. Their red left stains on her fingertips.
It wasn't something anyone wanted to do. They wanted to go and frolic through the fields, letting themselves be free. That was it, freedom. It was freedom they craved.
Freedom from the destruction it all caused. The fact that they were forced to obey when they had no desire to.
It didn't feel like the floor was there. It was as if all the tiles had begin to slowly fall away. Was she in an elevator? Was she at the mall, standing on the escalator?
Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe the heartbreak.
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