02-10-2006, 12:44 PM
"That is pretty bad..." She fell silent, and looked away, a little uncomfortable. Her tail flicked back and forth, rather worriedly. Her green speckled crimson eyes looked out a window, seeing a sunset. The rain had stopped not too long before. "The 'lucky' ones out in 'the real world' always end up killed."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...