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shelley_winters) wrote2005-08-20 08:12 pm
shelley_winters) wrote2005-08-20 08:12 pm
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Shelley cannot sleep.
The white walls and white curtains might seem airy and calming during the day, but at night it feels cold and unnervingly empty.
Can she believe Elan? No, he lies as easily as breathing. She should have told him to send her back immediately. Too late now. But he still could... No way of knowing.
The girl shivers as she stares at the pale moonlit ceiling.
(Now it is time to see how you died)
The white walls and white curtains might seem airy and calming during the day, but at night it feels cold and unnervingly empty.
Can she believe Elan? No, he lies as easily as breathing. She should have told him to send her back immediately. Too late now. But he still could... No way of knowing.
The girl shivers as she stares at the pale moonlit ceiling.
(Now it is time to see how you died)
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"Goodbye, Lady Shelley."
Light returns to the room as some of the black flecks disappear from his eyes.
He gently kisses her lips, while grabbing the collar of her shirt.
A tear of reality opens as more black fills his eyes. He tosses Shelley's lifeless body through the portal.
The portal closes and the black disappears from his eyes as he calmly washes the blood off his hand in a basin of water.
Droplets of blood and water fall from his hands.
(For the Grave is His)