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Sept 27, 2015 17:10:15 GMT -5
Post by admin dars on Sept 27, 2015 17:10:15 GMT -5
D U S T Y N
As the train rolled away, Dustyn felt himself begin to fade. He was becoming a memory already, wasn't he? Becoming a "used to" instead of a "will be"? Bette's cries still echoed through his mind. He still saw her falling to her knees and allowing the grief to take her whole. He still heard Arty's words: "Tell her I love her." He still felt the warmth of Carson's tiny, tiny little arms wrapping themselves around his neck.
But what he wondered, though, was how long they would remember those things.
He found himself absent-mindedly chewing on strawberries and staring at Bette's flowers within the gentle hum of the train's engine. The world outside was a blur, but hadn't it always been? And his District partner had recently taken up shelter in the seat next to him. Neither spoke for a while. He wondered if she was excited to be on that train, if she already knew she wasn't just going to be a memory, or if she was like him: hopeful but not convinced.
He swallowed down a bite of fruit and nodded to the girl. "Quite a day, huh?" He held out the bowl of fruit as a sort of peace treaty. He wanted to be her friend. Either she understood how he felt or she could help him to change his feelings and... and he thought perhaps this girl would be his best shot. "Want some? They're really sweet."
Her eyes.
He had only just noticed the way they were structured: more alien than human. Her pupils were slits like that of a cat and the color was vibrant and sort of gave her the feeling that she was a poisonous creature. Honestly, she probably was: Most were. "By the way... your eyes are sort of incredible."