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shatterverse2008-03-28 07:24 pm
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(It was loud.)
Loud and bright, the colours running into each other like paints, voices spilliing over like miniature waterfalls.
Loud and jagged, bits of glass scattered on the floor; she cut her feet and tried to stitch them up again, but Simon said "No" because he couldn't see.
He didn't understand why she couldn't stop crying, why she said goodbye, why she screamed and ran into the morning and the fresh scent of apples, her feet soaked in the dew from the grass.
(It was quiet.)
Loud and bright, the colours running into each other like paints, voices spilliing over like miniature waterfalls.
Loud and jagged, bits of glass scattered on the floor; she cut her feet and tried to stitch them up again, but Simon said "No" because he couldn't see.
He didn't understand why she couldn't stop crying, why she said goodbye, why she screamed and ran into the morning and the fresh scent of apples, her feet soaked in the dew from the grass.
(It was quiet.)