XI.

He smiled and smiled, but never once did he laugh whilst she was alive. Now all he felt was pity. There was no love, no sorrow, no hate, no remorse. There he stood, watching attentively, as the remains of her soul fluttered away in the breeze.

we were heroes.

First we were observers.
Then we were participants.
Heroes we tried to be,
The battle valiantly fought.
Defeat was the outcome,
As slaves we did fall.
We’re no longer the participants,
Mere observers once more.

strawberry & chocolate.

I thought I’d come full circle, when I’d only walked half the mile.
I think I’ve finally made it though, because it – this – feels like home.

ten.

The dead end confirmed it. She’d taken a wrong turn, somewhere along the way. But how could it be? She had been so certain, so sure that she’d been guided by someone, or something. Every step had felt so right, why was it that there was nothing but a featureless grey wall before her eyes? [...]

paradox.

Eight.
It was raining, but only in the backyard. The sun shone brightly down on the front lawn. Birds twittered merrily in the bushes, singing songs of serene delight.The house was empty, save for him. It had four walls, but no roof. He paced between the thunderstorm and the sunkissed lawn, fists clenched and jaw set. [...]

seven.

It’s when she’s all alone, when she hugs her knees to her chest, and her head sinks in defeat, that she’s honest with herself. 
It’s only when the confused welter of thoughts swirl around inside her exhausted mind that she’s unable to explain away the obvious.
It’s only then that she hears her heart speak.

these small hours.

Five.
There was something about this night that just felt so right. They waltzed to the silent orchestra in their minds, the grass dewy beneath their unclad feet. There was nothing to connect them; yet in their intense gaze was everything that bound them. She spun gracefully, twirling with the wind, her hair fanning out to [...]

she floats.

One.
She would always remember the featherlight rain, the dancing lights, and the smell of winter chill in the air. It was to be the last of their nights. He absently took her by the hand, his eyes studying a map intently. They were lost, but it didn’t matter. She would walk blindly into the darkness [...]