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itwas_perfect) wrote2012-12-29 11:15 am
itwas_perfect) wrote2012-12-29 11:15 am
Debut (Lily and Eduardo)
I had the craziest dream last night...
On the sidewalk, she sat among a heavy plume of fabric. A streak of bright, sapphire blue and mournful black. For a long time, she sat there in the shadows, a distant street lamp shining off rivulets of red slipping down her pale wrist. She watched transfixed as drop travel down the back of her hand, staining the lace at her wrists. A bright crimson dot, bleeding out in a spiderweb of fainter pink.
The meat of her palms was torn, bloody and caked with grit. Nina stared down at them, feeling as though they belonged to someone else.
On that empty street corner, she heard a flutter, felt the soft brush of something against her cheek, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye and dripping off the point of her chin.
"I had the craziest dream last night," she whispered to herself, the fragile crack of her voice seeming to echo through the darkness.
It was nearly ten minutes -- ten minutes of staring at her bleeding palms -- before she realized she had no memory of how she'd gotten there. No memory of this street corner. One fractured life overlapping another in her mind.
On the sidewalk, a swan... a girl... Nina drew in a sob of breath, cowering there in the shadows as she watched the shape of a person draw near her.
"Who's there?"
On the sidewalk, she sat among a heavy plume of fabric. A streak of bright, sapphire blue and mournful black. For a long time, she sat there in the shadows, a distant street lamp shining off rivulets of red slipping down her pale wrist. She watched transfixed as drop travel down the back of her hand, staining the lace at her wrists. A bright crimson dot, bleeding out in a spiderweb of fainter pink.
The meat of her palms was torn, bloody and caked with grit. Nina stared down at them, feeling as though they belonged to someone else.
On that empty street corner, she heard a flutter, felt the soft brush of something against her cheek, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye and dripping off the point of her chin.
"I had the craziest dream last night," she whispered to herself, the fragile crack of her voice seeming to echo through the darkness.
It was nearly ten minutes -- ten minutes of staring at her bleeding palms -- before she realized she had no memory of how she'd gotten there. No memory of this street corner. One fractured life overlapping another in her mind.
On the sidewalk, a swan... a girl... Nina drew in a sob of breath, cowering there in the shadows as she watched the shape of a person draw near her.
"Who's there?"
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