I predicted your death in my hands.

He didn't notice it. He didn't notice her. So she thought most of the time. He never bothered to give her too much recognition to the girl for the most part. But then again, deep down he did acknowledge her and her kind gestures. She paid attention to him alot. He captivated her resonating mind. To her, he made her world brighter. At least she could look forward to waking up in the morning. Though she was aware that he didn't seem to take her into consideration or significance or importantce as she did him. It did sadden her. Because it was eating her away. It was breaking and ripping at her seams but she smiled through it. She couldn't remember a time she was ever happy...until he talked to her.

She would forget it. She would forget everything. The only thing she remebered was the fact that he didn't know of her existence so she thought. Welll waht she made based on assumptions. She contradicted herself alot of the time. Why did feelings prolong itself? This unofficial affair of madness had been extended from a time dating back when she was 2 years younger and he was 2 years younger but still older. Time aged both. She was more tuned to her surroundings and people. She picked up on vibes easily. Its hard to distinguish though whats actually being felt and whats created through the atmosphere of the situation. She knew him not to be irate but due to partial paranoia, she couldn't stop herself from asking. He would assure. She knew he wasn't as dense or hollow as others have claimed. She knew better.

So she sat there in a fixed dazed. He spent his time educating himself, speaking amongst others and satisfying himself or planning his escape. He had stopped a copule of times to help along the way or perhaps would become distracted by side attractions. He never strayed far and he never extended his stay. But he was chartering into the unknown problems where solutions might never become present. But that never onced stopped him from pursuing it none the less or pushing even further. He had dreams and he had goals and he wouldn't gamble it all away for the sake of another being. [So he believed.] Past orthodoxes prevented him from making the same mistake that would cost more.

But lately he had become dismayed by other road side attractions. Even though his attention seemed to deprive at the distraction he didn't truly forget the girl who was waiting. And at times he wouldn't leave her just to be alone or by herself. She appreciated the company and the words he would speak to her. She cherished the small, simple words in her heart for they held alot of meaning to her. And this is the light she clung onto. He might have not known but the questions did rise up in his chest from time to time that he had to question himself and what he felt. What he did with the feelings, who knew?

She swallowed hers. But it proved to be deadly when it started to poison her inside and out. Circulating through her veins and the bitter acidic taste of the possiblites burnt her lips in a beautiful manner. Harshness silenced her.

One day he began to question her after he had the pit of his stomach churn with curiousity. She tried her best not ot reveal such specifics for she did not want to be snitched out. Nor did she want to be completely blocked from his life due to her human emotions taking a form and a stand still. She wouldn't change them. No one could make her. It was hers after all. He kept provoked answers until she finally wire shut her jaw. And couldn't speak. It wasn't the time nor did she want to make herself appear akward to him. Even though she didn't know...He wouldn't care.

As long as he knew what was going on. He wouldn't judge. Hearts are made to accept & defend not to judge. At least the way he believed it to be. He dropped the subject and soon switched to another. In attempts to get the girl to engage in conversation. She did when she was offered. Sometimes, she'd remain silent or hidden. He would on look with observation as he mapped her out completely different from other girls. One you couldn't merely find but stepping outside in any open terrain. This one resided farther from home.

She thought him unique, amazing, wonderful & above all one in a million. She couldn't help but find herself drawn to him from the moment they began to know each other.

He wasn't sure if she knew, but the friendly letters she'd drop in his box on rare occasions, he still held on to those notes.

She meant every word she wrote. It took her quite a while to write. She wouldn't just send the same generic things to everyone. No. It was not in her nature. Plus she never really wanted to hurt anyone. Even though, when she placed others before herself, she'd get hurt. A price she had to pay to avoid unecssary hurt to others. In this situation, the golden rule(Treat others as you would want to be treated) and karmatic justice did not seem to exist or even be slightly implied in this world. Sad irony. That how the world spinned for the most part and trying to alter it's orbit, was that even possible?

She glared and smiled at her dusty screen, when the words entered onto her private view. Her heart began to swell and her eyes illuminated a happiness pure as can be. This man's intentions were whole hearted yet unintentional sometimes. Where the line drew between yes or no was blended into the horizon of the situation. No one drew a definite black line. Even if one was needed, niether would draw it. What for? Then things wouldn't be any fun.

He opened up his conversation & laughed to himself. She was too silly. But at most times, understood alot more than most "adult" people would know. She was acredited for being able to have a sense of humor while still keeping balance between all seriousness & began to respond and thought about it. How could he top this?

The girl browsed the cyber knitted world. Fililng her mind with ideas and time to pass by.

He sent it and then browsed too while blasting music inside his skull.

She sat in silence. She smiled. He was truly amazing. His name rolled off her tounge when she exclaimed a pleasurable message he spoke. She giggled and clasped her hands around her heart.

He laid back in his chair and stretched and rubbed his eyes once again and yawned. He was immensely tired but damn he needed to finish getting his shit done. He cursed everyone for talking to him and keeping him up late but then he saw her name and sighed in relief. At least he knew, she wouldn't keep him waiting and never asked for him to wait for her. He could go and come as he pleased. She could too. But she cose to stay. Strange. Free will was present but she did not excerise it...YET she did.

Her own free will consisted of staying without anyone asking. Peculiar girl. most girls did the reverse. They wanted him to stay. They wanted to make him wait on them. She would not.

She attended those she loved and cared for. She knew who needed company, comfort, space, time and so on. She knew what everyone was doing. It was almost as though she was playing a guessing game that she would win. She predicted the movements before hand. It was just empathy and experience that painted the images in her head. The girl was psychic.

The guy was strange himself. He was blunt at times, truthful, talked shit but backed it up for the most part to make it legit. He was full of tricks and talents. Full of riddles, words and songs unwritten. When the time came he'd sing, reflect then smoke.

He took a deep breath in and rubbed his temples as he searched the cyberworld for evidence.

Like any other human, he prefered to keep the dead corpse buried in his heart. Like she does. Weeds were protruding form the graves due to the filthy secrets but silence kept it under control. The dirt intertwined and mixed with the decaying matter producing a sweet delicate smell of rotting flesh & remorse.

None the less, she wouldn't dare reveal a word. He wouldn't breathe a word until he was sure or decided to say fuck it. She was waiting for to be certain, she was pushing him to move.

If you love me, let me know. If not then please, gently let me go.

He ran his fingers through his hair and talked outloud of how much of a piece of shit the equipment was.

She laid on her stomach on her bed to type and browse. She then sat up and elevated herself to keep her fatigue from settling in and getting the best of her.

He paced around the room. Another message sprung forth on his screen. Not her. Nevertheless, he wasn't rude so he replied to it. He slightly frowned and then headed elsewhere for a while.

She stood memorzied by the screen flickering in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel her interior boil up with an unfamiliar joy. He made her feel. She didn't question if she was alive or if she was human with him. She knew. Interacting with him proved her validated existence. She wanted to return the feelings he provided her. She wanted to make him feel the same happiness she felt that he brought her. Through all of the stress and pain that was ailing him she was determined to find a reason to make him smile. Passion seemed to provail. Though paranoia and doubt crept up to her mind she shook her head in disbelief. She closed her eyes adn tried to imagine life on the other side. Plagued by fatigue he sipped energy from a bottle. He was dwindling to get his work together and done.

She hummed music in her head and glanced at the window outside. Snow. cold.

He looked out his window when he heard something brush up against it. Leaves fell. Cool. Moderate.

Opposite sides of the world, opposite sides of the coast.

She had wished for snow. But not for her. But for him since it was one of his favorite things to see. She smiled slighlty at the bright particles falling onto the ground.

He inhaled the scent of the greenery that seemed to seep into his room and linger around. His spirits sank below a bit.

Her chest deflated as she felt a bit of tension in it. She inhaled deeply and sighed. She wanted to make something known. But she completated the descion. If it would be okay or remotely fine to make such a bold hearted move. An act driven by repressed love. Who would ever know of its outcome?

Not even the girl of supernatural phenomenas could predict the reaction.

He placed his face into his hands and his eyes fluttered between conscienousness and sleep.

Her hands made a form around her face. She bit her lip and closed her eyes and sank back into her mind.

He slipped into an emptiness.

She slipped into nothing.

No words exchanged.

No goodnights necsessary.

As death is upon us we are not afraid to race to a conclusion.