the unsure way that they moved made them all the more intriguing. their nervous habits and careful steps made them a puzzle, a riddle. many wanted to crack the code that locked them inside their own personal safe, to reach the riches inside.
many wanted, but none succeeded.
until g came.
g was a carefree spirit. unlike anyone else. g noticed their safe and instead of trying to crack the code, g strode up and knocked on the bulletproof metal. they didn't know what to think of g. who was g, exactly? their unsure movements became even more clumsy. their nervous habits increased tenfold. when they came to school wearing a dress, g smiled and called them "her". when they came to school wearing a dress shirt and slacks, g grinned and addressed them as "he". the rest laughed, told them they were better off just not trying. g wasn't like the rest. g encouraged them, told them that they were worth it.
they began to accept this carefree spirit, began to accept g.
and they began to live their life outside of the bulletproof metal.
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rest in peace, alan rickman. we will always remember you.
-olive ☆〜（ゝ。∂）
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cadence
Short Story[small stories] ca•dence /kādns/ noun a sequence of notes or chords compromising the close of a musical phrase. the final cadences of the song swept a bittersweet taint through its waters.
