smoke escapes gray's lips and kisses his cheeks
the day is cold, and the wind is harsh.
it's a school day, but gray believes that school is the least of his worries
he exhales once more, and the silver puffs that come anger him
he throws the leaves anika gave him on the ground and stomps on it
he wants it gone, just like silver
silver made him weak
vulnerable and scared
anika makes him feel valuable and confident
her smile leaks of sadness, while silver's is full of life and joy
silver lies
anika cries
but at least she cries the truth
she is his forever now
not silver.
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filler bleh
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chimère
Poesia-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
