klew95
Why was the first instinct to always flea? No one could catch wind, as air just falls through your finger tips and continues on unaffected. It cools but does not stay, a temporary relief that would eventually chill if it lingered. I guess I didn't want anyone to grasp at me, I'd rather swirl through life lightly, unable to break my surroundings.
Everything was sore, her hands moved at half their usual pace. It felt like her bones were screaming as her fingers jumped across the ivory. She always played through the pain.
Our shells were scattered on the floor, our past insecurities left to wither into nothingness that would soon be swept away.
Pairs of gloves covered the floor, all used to hide a trace. To erase the past with a cut of fabric over regretful fingertips. The evidence lost forever, the gloves kept the mystery alive.
He had the upper hand, he always did. His ability to pull his words from the air and violently throw them at her with skill and precision left her confused and breathless. Unable to respond or recuperate no matter how much she wanted to.
Ever since she was a child she enjoyed being alone. Playing alone in the room under the stairs as a girl, to impatiently waiting for everyone to leave the house as a young woman.
She was misreading the signs as she always does. Letting a fictional idea bury its way into her mind, and slowly grow into a full blown delusion. A delusion in which reality could no longer be found amid the mess of her obsessions and countless fairy tales.
Confusing thoughts were binding her to her own mind. She was trapped, unable to express her feelings nor stop feeling them at all.
He flexed his muscles as he slung his fist back and then propelled it forward into his opposer's jaw, an audible crack echoing throughout the room.
"Come here darlings!" she called, jingling her keys and making strange noises with her mouth. The small animals ignored her efforts and the company around her snorted. They were highly amused by her ability to not just be ignored by the people in the room, but by her beloved pets as well.
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