Silence...
People say its golden but I disagree. In fact I despise it with every fibre of my being. It means no more laughter, no interesting philosophies, not even one scream that is trying to win a losing battle. She was always so stubborn.
Even now its quiet but that’s what happens when death comes knocking. It takes that sound away, robbing us of a joyful noise. How could anyone be capable of such a crime. Death was.
I take small painful glances at the deathbed in front of me. Cushions... is what I remember from her touch. Now all I feel is the icy cold from her lifeless hands. How I’ll miss their presence on my cheeks.
My cheeks that ache for her touch, my lips that yearn to be burnt by her passion
These are all the things that I long for. Only she could warm the cold darkness in my heart.
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A Strange Case Of Dè Jà Vu
Non-FictionCassidy Blake seems like your average high school girl. Secretly she experiences dreams (the feeling of dè jà vu). Being the insecure girl that she is she pushes the feelings aside. Little did she know that she was having little glances at her life...
