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I was lifted from the ground. I couldn’t feel the ground beneath me; instead, the air embraced my entire body, molding me to become one of its own. I thought I was flying. I actually was, but I was flying not because of grace and freedom, but because of pain and hurt. 
          
          The vehicle drove into my small figure, as if I wasn’t there. It drove right through me like I was invisible. Like I was not even there – like I wasn’t a human being; the driver thought I wasn’t a person. He thought I couldn’t feel anything – he thought I couldn’t feel hurt or pain or numbness. 
          
          Or maybe he thought I wasn’t actually there? Maybe because I didn’t want anyone to see me – maybe because I don’t want him to know that I was there; that I was crossing that road he was driving. 
          
          If I showed myself, would he not have hurt me?  Will he stop, and let me cross? Let me cross the depths of his mind and thinking? Yet this is my fault; my fault that I’m broken and crushed. 
          
          THIS IS NOTHING. DON’T ASK. :/

@ineffablesoul haha hi :D I just got crushed because they weren't updating haha. Anyways. I. Love. Your. Works. 

"she is currently in a state of crumbling because of the eerie absence her favorite authors are in . 
          and yes she will still wait for them even after an infinite of infinities ."
          
          probably the most heartbreaking and sweetest thing i've read today.

hey Bruh. I'll Miss You :*

Hey, so I see that you lie, mysteries, could you please read my mystery/thriller story 'the thirteenth day?' Thanks :)

@CrayonChomper the pleasures mine! You're one of my fave writers. :)))))

nicole, my love, thank you for the follow. the support is greatly appreciated.
          - krista

Hi Nixx!!!

@soulessly my pleasure! :-) xoxox