x x x
All around me are familiar faces.
"His voice used to be there..."
Eyelashes flutter, pink pretty girl lips. Blue meets blue, chocolate brown is met with cherry red. Grins and turns away. Laughter and Joy.
A wind blows past. Giggle. Eyes roll, short sweet movements.
It's quick, very quick.
Worn out places, worn out faces.
"...but now it's gone..."
All grown up. Older; not Wiser. Races along perfect sand. No winners, just losers. Keeping up is hard.
Older; not Wiser. Not every judgement is the best. Wind whistles through hair.
Laughter. Eyes roll.
It's going.
Children waiting for the day they feel good.
"...so I told myself..."
Faded marks line the walls. Of dreams and fantasies. Of love and mystery.
Of him and her.
Tiny little him and her – remembering is easy. Just do It. Then etch your mark, keep it there. It will be there forever.
Wind can be scary too.
Laughter. Eyes roll.
It's almost gone.
Looked right through me.
"...I won't go back to the island..."
Palm trees scatter the ground, rocks laid here and there. Pure, clean sand everywhere. Home.
In one way. Blue watches Blue. The vast Blue ocean. He watches it from the warm sand. His Island Home. No one else is there; just him and His Island.
Shiver of Wind.
Laughter. Eyes roll.
It could be gone.
The dreams in which I'm dying.
"...until I can..."
Hands outstretched, out of reach.
Hands out wide, just gone wrong.
It scares him. Wind scares him too.
No laughter this time. No one to roll eyes.
It's gone.
All around me are familiar faces.
"...remember."
x x x
a/n: i don't know if you'll understand all that rubbish that's written up there, but my friend wasn't ... 'very well' today and she got a bit angry with me so i made this to make up for it
guess what: this story means that my lucky number is about to disappear and be replaced by '14 stories' what a shame