|| The greatest 4 years ||
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- Parts 9
Ongoing17m
Last published Sat, Feb 19, 2022
The feeling of water getting splashed all over me.
"Ali!?" Rio's voice was the last thing i remembered before getting pulled out of the water by a group of people.
The high-pitched sound was ringing in my ears while trying not to fall asleep seeing Rio in a hospital bed next to me putting breathing mask to both of us.
Doctors rushing in the room, Cynthia crying next to me saying that everything is gonna be okay. I couldn't understand what's happening. Was I dying?
Fast beeping sound from the heartbeat meter machine voiced all over the room.
Then everything went black.
They say before you die you get to see 7 nice-memories minutes of you life. Well me not waking up for 4 years, the nicest memories of my lovely relationship started flickering in my head.
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╰┈➤... ᴵᶠ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ; ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ¡! ❞ 〰・❦・〰 Mal already identified the root of the problem, or at least one of them. For one, her emotions were out of control. She never got a peace of mind being left alone with herself. She was either blaming herself for actions, or she was traumatized at night by memories on this... place. The same place she felt more comfortable coming back to. Why did she come back? Why was the Isle her safe place? The same place she was punished on consistently for breathing incorrectly if her mother viewed it as so. But even still... it was her pain and her happiness. She felt more trapped and boxed on in Auradon than on the Isle. Was this a bad thing? Did she cause herself to feel that way? Was it Ben? Ben. The thought of him made her put the list against her chest. She felt terrible for leaving him.. but they were in a tough place. He wasn't listening; he wasn't hearing. She was impatient; her expectations.. could they be considered high? Should she focus more on working on her relationship than herself? No, in order to fix the relationship she'd have to fix herself. But she's a part of the relationship... Barely being here fifteen minutes and already struggling within her emotions, Mal began growing an headaches. The headache told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within her brain, for in time pain does ebb. "Working on myself hurts..." the purple head muttered in defeat, sighing a bit afterwards. A smirk spread across her face as her eyes landed on an rock had a forget-me-not hue. It was time to go home. 〰・❦・〰
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My shelter from the storm
Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"
The dying song
Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating. *** She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek. A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time. That's all he left her.
Silvery Vision
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Vellichor
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╰┈➤... ᴵᶠ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ; ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ¡! ❞ 〰・❦・〰 Mal already identified the root of the problem, or at least one of them. For one, her emotions were out of control. She never got a peace of mind being left alone with herself. She was either blaming herself for actions, or she was traumatized at night by memories on this... place. The same place she felt more comfortable coming back to. Why did she come back? Why was the Isle her safe place? The same place she was punished on consistently for breathing incorrectly if her mother viewed it as so. But even still... it was her pain and her happiness. She felt more trapped and boxed on in Auradon than on the Isle. Was this a bad thing? Did she cause herself to feel that way? Was it Ben? Ben. The thought of him made her put the list against her chest. She felt terrible for leaving him.. but they were in a tough place. He wasn't listening; he wasn't hearing. She was impatient; her expectations.. could they be considered high? Should she focus more on working on her relationship than herself? No, in order to fix the relationship she'd have to fix herself. But she's a part of the relationship... Barely being here fifteen minutes and already struggling within her emotions, Mal began growing an headaches. The headache told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within her brain, for in time pain does ebb. "Working on myself hurts..." the purple head muttered in defeat, sighing a bit afterwards. A smirk spread across her face as her eyes landed on an rock had a forget-me-not hue. It was time to go home. 〰・❦・〰
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