savreyn
He missed her. That much was obvious in his every move, the slight curl of a frown that seemed permanent around his face, the every curved line that showed worry in his brow. Of course he missed her, though; fifteen years without her and now...
And now she was gone.
And in this fact Mrs. Lovett rejoiced; because perhaps, just perhaps, if he stopped missing her for long enough he'd notice that not all of the women in his life were gone.
I wrote about this word yesterday; the reappearance of the word 'serene' is confusing to me, and I do not know what to think of it.
My oatmeal half gone, I sigh and check the windows I have open once again; MSN, AIM, Google Chrome. No one has responded. Nothing has happened. dA is as empty as ever, Facebook has nothing new.
A calm view of an ocean, a serene shade of green, met her eyes as she gazed out over the little spit of sand. The ocean was choppy and foamy, the wind picking up flecks of water and tossing them into the air, seagulls riding on the breeze as it did so.
Weeks and weeks pass, one after the next, unrelenting shadows fading into the night. I feel an urge to make a comment related to a song, but the song slips from my mind as I turn, dusting off a shelf next to the window. It is dark without the streetlamp; the bulb in it decided to explode only a few minutes ago, and my eyes were still adjusting.
A panel of unknown mysteries (well, of course they were unknown, they were mysteries) hung above my head. I frowned, reaching up and grasping a handle -
Boom.
The panel disappeared, as did I. I was lost, floating in a vast darkness, all alone... there was no sound. There was no air.
And yet I was alive.
Boom.
The panel was back; I was back, standing in a brightly lit corridor with lights on either side, bright, unforgiving lights that shone without shadows.
And I was still alone.