Duzzie
Word Count: 100
Fusion
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Dedication: Irenukia
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When I dream it is of your eyes and your hair and your voice. Especially your voice.
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In time, all things fade. Eventually you look up at the sky and find it's color is never as blue as it was and the air is never as fresh as it could have been somewhere else.
Memories are the same. You smell oranges at odd times in the day and sometimes stories float into your ears when there is no one around to tell them. You look at swords and feel lost and when you close your eyes you can almost feel his smile. Bright, unclouded, warm, warm, warm.
You feel his smile and want to cry.
Senses fade.