sleepydreamgirl
The bridge was taut, beautiful in every way. The windows to her soul, the agonizingly long expanse of road. Crestfallen she stood, time flying her by.
He twirled, balancing the pen on his fingers absently. With a cling and a clang, he reached down without sneaking a glance and felt around for his pen- He stared at the red liquid oozing from his fingers, saw the cactus before him, but he could no longer feel any pain.
She huffed indignantly and tugged with barely concealed impatience at the ends of his sleeves. Without so much as a glance, he strided forward and the little girl almost stumbled over herself. She blinked some dust away, raking in her sandy surroundings with abhorrence.
She smacked her lips together and he could only look on, entranced and obsessed and oh, his heart clenched and he couldn't breathe as she licked the last of her strawberry dessert off those tantalizing lips of hers.
Her face was carved from marble, rigid and strong. There was neither hesitance nor regret; only the soft disposition that brought promises of hope.
Thick and heavy, like he was drowning in water and yet he was floating, light as air. Silence had a vice-like grip around his throat that left raw imprints and it was too deafening for his comfort.
He gnawed down, hard. Blood trickled and gushed softly like a gentle stream as he bit his lips in contemplation, fists clenched too tightly for comfort.
Hushed footsteps and rapid heartbeats strung on a line bring you forward, three steps at a time. It's falling and you're running for something you'll never reach on time.
Waves came crashing and horror unfurled right before her. But it wasn't so much the physical than the mental ache she felt as she watched her memories get swept away.
Sunlight dancing all around, take a sniff at the glamarous air. The repetitive cycle is about to start again.
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