This oneshot kind of sucks but it's the only one I finished this week. My other ones are longer and being uncooperative.
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Blank.
She supposed that's what she was.
Empty.
A clean slate of nothingness that was so wide and oppressive no emotion could dare to color it.
She was a mirror, reflecting the cold, desolate world around her but creating no true images of her own. Why should she when winter suited her fine? Her shaking had finally ceased, and her numb, bare arms felt relaxed, still in the winter air.
Liar.
She had become one. She smiled when others expected it, laughed when it was needed, but inside felt nothing. The last part of her with a will, convinced her that no one must know. Her blank state was a savory secret.
Somewhere, deep within her soul she wanted to scream, banging her fists against an invisible wall that entrapped her in a cage of nothing.
Helpless.
All she could do was watch the world move around her at a quickened pace she couldn't even pretend to match.
When did she began to feel this..separation?
When did loneliness become so companionable that it didn't register any longer?
She was detached, broken; pieces of her once cheery self falling down into the dead grass, cooling against the frozen ground. 'Should I be concerned about the pieces?' She wondered, the thought vanishing in the empty abyss of her mind.
Unmoving.
It was as though she was cursed to remain immobile, watching the world spin and lives flourish, fingertips brushing the barrier in desperate but futile desire to be a part of reality. She wanted to live, to be happy once more, but her will was gone. What's the point of anything?
Jazmine heard the oncoming footsteps, heavy boots crunching frozen grass and steady breathing sharp in the chilled air. Albeit she didn't move, seeing no point in even glancing at her new companion.
'Who cares..' She thought, not as much a question as it was sentiment.
'You don't,' her rational mind quipped, tired of being oppressed by depression.
She felt his wine eyes on her, the world silent as neither of them spoke, even the constant birds quieted.
She waited for the cold, scorning voice. The impending lecture. The anger to pour out of his mouth as she gazed into the distance, not focusing on anything, lacking the will to care.
Instead she stiffened as he slipped out of his winter coat, draping it across her shoulders, sitting down next to her. He shared his warmth with her, leaning against her as though offering comfort.
Relived, she melted into his touch, pulling the junior into an embrace. Tears began to fall as he silently hugged her, shattering the wall of depression that had entrapped her.
She began shivering, the cold registering as his body heat sank into hers. Her quiet tears became quaking sobs and he rubbed her back, expression stoic as she cried, giving her the comfort she desperately needed. Salted tears wet his flannel, which was clenched into her petite fists as it muffled her cries.
She'd thank him later, she knew, once the sadness gives way to her natural joy.
Words weren't always needed, she had come to understand, ignoring the delightful fluttering in her stomach that she painfully knew shouldn't occur.
If she hadn't been so emotional, she might've noticed his quickened heart beat, and realized that he felt the same sensations in his.