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02-14-2016, 11:52 PM
The star shimmered in the water, a promise waiting to be broken. She watched in silence, holding her breath, afraid to move for fear of disturbing the budding hope in her breast - that desperate kind of hope that can be whisked away by the slightest breath. The kind of hope that you cling to as you slip beneath the surface to drown in your own heartbeat, just waiting for it to beat -- one -- last -- time but then it keeps going, surpassing your wildest expectations because you know, you know that this has to be the end, that the world cannot grow any darker for you, that there is no way out of this hole that you have dug for yourself -- And then, something happens. The water rippled, startling the mare out of her stupor; her gaze lifted slowly to meet that of the stallion standing on the bank, a question in the lines of his body as he said her name. Sohalia. Yes, that's me. She swallowed, hard, too aware of the way the starlight traced his golden wings. It was that, such a tiny detail, but something so easy to grasp and hold onto, something to use to pull herself out of the oblivion threatening to engulf her. He asked if he could join her. "Please," she whispered in a voice much huskier than she had intended, and it wasn't clear, really, what she was pleading for - but did she even know, herself? She spread her wings, slowly, gliding them over the water's surface, entranced by the sharp chill that the movement brought her. "I didn't expect to see anyone here tonight," she murmured without knowing why, as though she needed some justification for her wanderings. But here she was, without rhyme or reason. And here he was, too. "Talk talk talk." |
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@Kaj
