I dont own TD Series. I havent watched the show inj ages and then i realize that i am attracted to Zeoy, almost as I was attracted to Gwen so I decided to write a Gwen and Zoey fanfic mostly because I feel like I want to write again =P. So enjoy this weird pairing hahaha. Lesbians ftw!


I will myself awake again and clamp my plams lightly upon my breasts. The rhythm of my pluse comforts me as I realize that I did not pass during my sleep. My breathing is lagging, it does not rhyme with the release my lungs make. Sweat is dotting along my forehead, and damping the hollow creases of my hips and thighs. I can not dream anymore, I no longer can define the boundaries of sleep and sleeplessness. I press my back against the headboard of my bed and light a cigarette. I do not smoke for the pleasure, but beacause I simply enjoy the smooth feeling in between my fingers. They illuminate and disintegrate and my cells are corrupting, corrupting, corrupting.

She smells so sweatly of cigarette and cancerous flowers; my cigarette...

A silhouette of a girl tiptoes into my aurora. She has red hair, it reminds me of mother's strwberry feilds, and the balloon from my fourth birthday. Her orbs, a curious brown, they reflect my past; I used to be like her, I used to be innocent. She is not human but a creature of silk flesh carved to perfection.

"Zoey," she says, her accent cuts through the haze of my cigarette and leaves my chest tingling with nervousness.

"Zoey..." I repeat, lapsing and tasting her name upon my lips. "Zoey." I whisper, and my lungs give the slightest whistel, but she is gone. Even the mirrors ceased to reflecting her radiant beauty because she has left my asylum.

It is 4:33, I smother my cigarret. I feel as if i were pirouetting with her through space and all I can feel are her porcelain finger tips on my thighs. I wish I could dream again, I would dream of her and I spinning round and round.

"Zoey." I say outloud this time and I am panicking. Her lips, a vermillion ball tuant at me in my sleep, they tease my lashes and flirt with my pupils. They osculate imginarilyon my veins and vessels.

"Zoey, I am deprived of dreams."


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