[Published 05/10/15]
Falling...
Falling...
Flying...
She was soaring through the stars. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Never slowing. Never stopping. Never ending.
It was the day.
She fell asleep, head using her jumper as a cushion. Everyone gathered around. Some were concerned but then they checked under her thick, winter coat to see that, yes. Her heart was glowing. Her colour was green. Heads turned this way and that, searching for the person who's heart also glowed the same coloured hue.
She was falling within her own mind, gliding through the galaxies that she had been thinking about before she fell into 'the trance'.
A girl, around 21, came tripping round the corner, grabbing at her chest. For some, the trance can be quite painful, as an incentive to make them wake up their chosen one.
An older women gasped in shock, murmuring some spiteful words under her breath.
The others gave outraged arguments as they helped the girl kneel down next to her mate.
The kiss was magical and had her waking up with a gasp and a smile.
Falling...
Falling...
Flying...
Soar in to your heart.
A/N:
This one's ridiculously short, sorry.
But it's my birthday so I have other things to do ;)
Laterz
-TheLoneAlbatross
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