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Sunburn (open) Oct 3, 2009 15:23:39 GMT -5

Post by wanderer on Oct 3, 2009 15:23:39 GMT -5

Anastasia Serena Swift

^{And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame
And I'll burn forever
I can't face the shame}

^{Anastasia was broken. Two years had passed since her life had finished and her slow, painful death had begun. She almost blamed him for this. At least his death was quick- painless. She would rather face a slit throat than have to burn with so much emotion for the rest of her life.

Her breath caught in her throat as she thought of him again. She choked back tears, his voice was still velvety soft in her mind. Telling her his last words- I love you angel. His sapphire eyes still smoldered, his messy black hair still covered them slightly, he could never tame it.

This memory made Anastasia smile- she only ever smiled when she thought of him.

Her mind switched back to the last time she had seen him. He had been taken to a posh room that was smothered in red velevet. His eyes were red rimmed, and tears continued to flow as she had stepped through the door. Through the blur of her own salty tears, his eyes shone through. She would never forget this moment.

They held eachother. Two halves of the same soul. Anastasia could not speak. He was the only one who remained strong.

"I will always love you. Please, baby, whatever happens on that screen, I want you to remain strong. Don't throw your life away over me. Fall in love again, live your life. You are so beautiful, I am so happy you gave me that one in a million chance of finding your soulmate. It's like being kissed by an angel, my angel."

They sat in silence, he stroked her hair and face, remembering every detail of her. She sobbed, soaking his shirt with tears.

"I love you. You must know before I go. I am pregnant." Her voice was almost inaudible, but her heard those words loud and clear. He held her tighter.

"I will always love you angel. No matter what."

Anastasia was dragged from the room, forced to leave the only person who had ever meant anything to her in her whole life. She would never forget his face- the image was burned into her memory.

The street she was standing aimlessly in was empty, so her tears let them self appear again. Even after all this time, she still couldn't control them. Her heart still ached as the splintered pieces threatened to break through her ribcage. Sometimes she desperately wished they would.

Anastasia sat down, her back again a cold, brick wall. She sobbed uncontrollably.

No one can save me now. She thought.}

Last Edit: Oct 4, 2009 13:36:50 GMT -5 by wanderer

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Sunburn (open) Nov 1, 2009 23:22:34 GMT -5

Post by phunke on Nov 1, 2009 23:22:34 GMT -5

shan-wen yin.

honesty
is what you need

The boy lay awake in bed, listening to the sound of sobbing in the street below. Each passing second brought him more agitation, a sort of restless annoyance mingling with pity. Sean glanced at the LED clock beside his bed. 11:42 PM. Four minutes since the quiet footsteps had graced those empty streets below his window, and the sobbing had begun. Not that he didn't feel sorry for whoever was down there in the dirty street crying, but...really? Did they have to cry this late at night?
It wasn't as if Sean was trying to listen to the sobs. His window was closed, and yet in the total quiet of that night even the faintest sounds echoed around his head like crazed animals throwing themselves at the bars of cages, irritating him and preventing his going to sleep.
So Sean did the only thing he could think to do.
He sat up and exited his room soundlessly, walking on bare feet through the house of his foster parents - down the chilled wooden stairs, over floors of soft carpet. Finally reaching the door, he turned the knob as slowly as possible and began to pull the door to himself, cringing when it emitted high moans and squeaks.
Finally outside, he began his path over the grimy asphalt, beginning to wish that he had thought to bring some shoes.
This particular street was devoid of lamps, and yet the light from many stars and a waning crescent moon clearly illuminated the fragile girl, crumpled against the brick side of Sean's residence.
Despite the fact that each passing breeze was light and warm, they still made his bare-chested self shiver.
Upon approaching the girl, he suddenly felt self-conscious: as though he were intruding upon some private moment, some secret memory he was not allowed to take part in.
Yet the boy sat himself down next to the wall, with the side of his left shoulder leaning against the rough bricks. He faced the girl tentatively, having to angle his head down to accommodate her sunken position. He did not linger to prolong this rather awkward moment, but instead managed to sputter out 'Um, excuse me? Is...is there something wrong?'
Sean immediately felt rather stupid for saying this - there obviously was something wrong - but what else was he supposed to say? It was late, he was tired, and just maybe he could help this girl in some small way.

it sets you free
like someone
to save you

Last Edit: Nov 1, 2009 23:23:23 GMT -5 by wanderer

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Sunburn (open) Nov 6, 2009 15:08:24 GMT -5

Post by wanderer on Nov 6, 2009 15:08:24 GMT -5

Anastasia Serena Swift

^{And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame
And I'll burn forever
I can't face the shame}

^{Anastasia jumped and looked up at the voice that had disturbed her grief. It was a boy, someone she did not recognize. His hair was rumpled and his clothes suggested he was trying to sleep before he had began speaking to her.

She looked up at him. The tears on her face were cooling and drying quickly, her eyes were sore and red. She looked a complete mess yet she sat against the cold wall and talked to the boy.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." She said, shaking her head. "I was dwelling on the past, not a safe place to be."

Anastasia looked away, wiping the rest of the wetness off her face with her sleeve. She got up and tried to smooth down her crumpled clothing, with no avail. She sighed when she realized the true extent to how she looked after she caught herself in a pane of glass.

It was weird to think she was once one of the stars of the capitol, someone who everyone wanted and loved. That rock star lifestyle was all gone now, she was stuck in a District, one of the worst places on Earth. If she ever got out of this place, she will be talking to the President about the state of his country.}

Last Edit: Nov 6, 2009 15:09:07 GMT -5 by wanderer