❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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THERE WAS A WHIRLWIND OF COLOUR, OF GREYS AND PALE BLUES, SWIRLING AND TWISTING LIKE A TORNADO. The wind tore at her clothes and hair, blocking her vision with twirling greys. Sara was standing in the middle of a clearing, water collection at her bare feet. She couldn't quite grasp that she was dreaming.
And then pale-haired Two was standing there amongst the smoke. She was still as the wind whipped around her body, hospital-gown flapping around her thin legs, clinging to her bony figure. Her grey-green eyes were looking at Sar. She said nothing, just standing there as the grey rushed past and around her.
"Two!" Sara was yelling. But as she tried to move towards the older girl, her legs sunk through thick mud. She reached her arms towards her. "Two, come to me!" The girl's real name had been Emma, but everyone had just known her as Two. Sweet Two; pale-haired Two; gentle, loving Two, who had been the tallest, and the palest, and always wore that sweet smile she had.
She stood there in the whirlwind of smoke, standing as if unaffected. There was no blood on her face, Sara noticed. She tried to move towards Two again. The girl hadn't aged a day. "Two!"
And then Two was gone. Sara's eyebrows crumpled. "Two? Where are you?" she called, wind tossing her hair. It ripped at her clothes. "Two!"
"Sar!" Sara spun around on her heel, eyes wide. "Sar!" The voice was high and afraid, distinctly familiar.
"Lune!" Sar screamed. Her voice was hurled in the wind. "Lune!" Her legs were ankle-deep in cold water that sent shivers up her spine. She splashed through it, nearly falling in her haste as she spun. "Lune!" Sara turned around, golden hair whipping around her face. "Lune! Lune! Where are you!" It was so cold. "Lune!"
"Help me, Sar!" The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere. "Sar!"
Sara turned, eyes wide. "I'm here!" she was screaming. "Where are you?" Chills ran up her arms, freezing her in her nightgown.
"Sar, please!" She'd never heard Lune call for her like that before, and it frightened her more than anything had before.
"Lune!" she wailed, turning in the darkness. "Where are you? Lune! Lune!" Her hands were stiff by her side. "Lune, please!"
"Sar, help me! Help me! Help me!" Lune's voice wailed like a broken record. The girl splashed through the darkness, whirlwind still billowing around her. Lune didn't stop crying for her. "Sar! Sar!"
"Sar." James's hands were on her shoulders as she jumped, her eyes wide and frightened. He was brave to be touching her: able to feel the pain of her emotions washing over her; the grief; the fear. Sar didn't want anyone to be feeling that, yet he did it willingly to comfort her. Sar lamp had been turned on. The stars on her ceiling were no longer glowing. Her breath heaved and then her throat closed. The girl pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes and sobbed out. The breaths from her lips were quick and limited, forcing her body to shake. She curled in over herself, knees brought to her chest.
