When she talks to me, its like running through a meadow as the sun is rising. All it took was one word, And we would be there For hours.
Of course, we are sisters But what was so bad about being best friends? She always said it too. Sister best friends.
Our ups were as strong as our downs, No other sister could replace this -
Those moments, Those laughs, Those arguments
It was all for something.
These walls protect me from it, Although the thoughts That come from everywhere, Do not escape these walls.
Getting out would be easy, But escaping completely Would never become true
The silence that drives Is comforting and violent But I want to see her again,
So from me to her, These walls mean nothing
The legs fell off the stone, Luc tried her hardest to pull herself up but she messed up twice. How could this be the end? With another hard pull, she was up again. Maybe it isn’t as bad after all.
Wind burst through the ears as she ventured her way through the ice roads. Miles were traveled, and Luc was reaching the end of the mountain. The snow went ballistic and the wind was hollowing.
The heart beating in a [thought to be] dead feeling was something that Cynthia did not anticipate would happen, ever again.
Even though the feeling was supposed to be pleasing, paranoia came upon her.
“Cynthia?”
She sort of jumped and snapped out of those thoughts, Cynthia turned around to see who had called her, and there they were, The person who was causing these “disgusting” feelings of joy.
She eyed the person intensely.
“Are you coming to the mission?”
“Yes, just give me a minute.” Cynthia said, suddenly stuttering.
The person nodded in a way of saying “okay” and walked away. Cynthia grew confused. These feelings were starting to change her behavior. As much as she wanted to brush them off, something was always bringing them back.
[“How could such a feeling bring so many problems?”]
Yesterday’s pain was great, But todays pain was greater.
Out of all days before, it had to be this one. She stared at the meeting skies, Tears falling down as she recalls everything that once was — And what will never be
They say Things like this Take time To get over
But this type of time Is one that kills The only time needed, Was that one
Those moments, Those memories, And those dreams —
But with this hour, Came their dissemble
It let us go For the first time In years
When she told me It was over, I didn’t want To believe her
That was until, She looked at me And said everything In silence
She walked past me, A cold breeze Rushing by Flowers stopped blooming, And sky’s weren’t blue
My heart stopped And I freeze When I heard the door Shut loudly
But it was all So sudden.
What am I To you now?
Division covered herself with her hands, looking up at the black particles in the air. Endie behind Division, tried to see what was going on.
A figure of unfamiliarity yet knowing, stared down at them with fuming eyes. The particles disappeared, only for more to appear. Division and Endie’s eyes widened.
"Your time is up. Better run!“
Endie tried her hardest not to get touched by the particles, while Division summoned 4 of her purple rods; trying to protect her.
[END]
Division stared at the corpse next to her feet. Her expression said it all.
…
“I wish…”
Her voice started to crack up. Division’s body felt like a feather.
“I wish—“
“Don’t you dare say it!” A voice said behind her. Division could fell footsteps approaching her.
A hand made Division aggressively turn around. Their faces made energy that only guilt and hate could feel. The person gripped onto Division’s wrist.
“Agh!”
The person made a noise. “Maybe if you hadn’t shown up at all, NONE of this would have happened!”
“Endie!” Another voice approached.
Their hand yanked Endie’s arm backwards, the grip releasing from Division’s hand. Endie sighed heavily as she gave Division a nasty look before approaching the body.
[END]
