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ocean burning.one.ocean burning.
before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.
now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.
two.
sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.
the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away t


falling sickness.one.falling sickness.
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
two.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
three.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you
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Stolen, his heart lay bare, trembling, beating desperately, against the silence. Constricted in the cold air, against the absence of sound, until the pressure became too much to bear. ~ Ash.k.m
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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Stolen, his heart lay bare, trembling, beating desperately, against the silence. Constricted in the cold air, against the absence of sound, until the pressure became too much to bear. ~ Ash.k.m
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Stolen, his heart lay bare, trembling, beating desperately, against the silence. Constricted in the cold air, against the absence of sound, until the pressure became too much to bear. ~ Ash.k.m
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Simon:Amy's likes include Kelly Osbourne and the smell of petrol. I quite like matches, let's do lunch.
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Stolen, his heart lay bare, trembling, beating desperately, against the silence. Constricted in the cold air, against the absence of sound, until the pressure became too much to bear. ~ Ash.k.m
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