Voices in her head crowned and entwined throughout her hair as she slept soundly.
Run, they said.
I want to be near Louis, she said.
Her frail arms were fastened under the cold, and she couldn't move with the exception of her lips twitching in a deceptive smile that could fool any passer by.
And with that, bright beams not to be seen by Violet flashed in every direction. Picture a thousand spotlights frantically waving in the air, but your gaze located on the shadows.
The train sounded in hopes that the girl would move.
She stayed in hopes that the boy would save her.
But we're not all meant to be saved.
Only love and death can make the heart stop. She chose to credit it to love. Then again, what's the difference?
author's note:
the gif :///
