tonight they rest
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Il dort.
The alarm clock rang so loudly. Awake already - long awake, long ready - his hand swang over and crashed down hard on the button. What he pressed, he didn't know. (It was the snooze)
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Ella duerme.
Her eyes closed, marble white skin almost glowing against the black black satin. No more light for her, never again. Pallid cheeks to never flush red again, not with anger, not with embarrassment. A single dark hole with dried tears to fill it. (It was the sniper)
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Lui dorme.
Didn't bother waking this morning. He stays on his side of the bed, a long expanse of empty to his right. Long long long empty. And now another vacant spot in the house, up the stairs and to the left. Another empty bed. Another empty house, only him to fill it. (It was the sacrifice)
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A message known by everyone...
Il dort - Ella duerme - Lui dorme
Who would have thought? -
(She was just one girl)
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tonight they rest