It’s like the un-stitching of two souls.
The weight on their shoulders was immense, but they had always carried on as if they weren’t over-encumbered. As if it was the Beforetime.
“We’ve got to live,” he said, his eyes focused on some far away point in the darkening horizon, “no matter how many skies have fallen.”
It was then,Toska Nabokov
in that whisper of a moment,
when she had no breath in her lungs,
that she realized–
she isn’t the hero of this story.
I will sooth you to surrender on your own terms, knowing that I am here to stay and never leave, no matter what. Even if I will be reduced to dust.Alibeel Rieche
He dropped her off exactly three blocks away as He always did. It was far enough to keep them from being seen together. She slid out of His black Explorer without giving Him so much as a smile. Her bare feet comfortable on the cool cobblestone. She walked silently towards her next task. It was a quiet night on the outskirts of Aggieville in Kansas, but as she neared the center of the college town, the familiar scent of sin and filled her lungs and the sounds of drunk college girls and soldiers filled her ears.