Author's Note: Wow, I wrote this one weeks ago and forgot I hadn't posted it until just now. My bad! :D
The stars, twinkling brightly against a field of navy, right over her head.
Flames licking at her feet, the surface beneath her soles crumbling and giving way.
Passports with fake names, fake information- fake identities.
A worn, tear-stained photograph, discarded, buried in a box, but not forgotten, of her once smiling self, her arms around a small boy who also grinned- a gap-toothed, sweet grin.
Poison needles, so easy to slip under the nails, so easy to prick another's skin.
And a small stuffed monkey, sitting upon a shelf, covered in dust, untouched, a gift still waiting to be given.
Author's Note: I know, probably somewhat cliche, but I couldn't resist. *sheepish grin*
Anyway, this might be my last drabble for a little while. Trying to concentrate on a multi-chap of mine over in the Pokemon section (don't you look at me like that, Pokemon FTW!), and I'm also slowly planning out the next chap of "Tutoring a Holt" in my mind. I'll probably come back to this eventually, though. :)
But until then...
~Lily, signing off