One second, the boy and his eyes are her whole universe, the next, she's past him, gone, and he's forgotten. Nothing now but another shadow. Another memory. At least he's not another ghost, not another nameless face she killed.
She's past him and into the trees, no idea where to go but go, go, flee. The boy is nothing and everything is Michael. She has to find him. She has to. Her pulse beats loud and erratic in her ears. Her chest hurts. Eyes bulge painfully. Her hands tingle, too numb to feel the breeze. Her feet too numb to feel the ground. But it's her heart that betrays her--
Her heart. Broken. Skips beats.
She stumbles and falls, crying out quietly, "Michael." If his face won't be the last thing she sees, his name will be the last thing she hears.
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Date: 2012-06-02 06:35 am (UTC)From:She's past him and into the trees, no idea where to go but go, go, flee. The boy is nothing and everything is Michael. She has to find him. She has to. Her pulse beats loud and erratic in her ears. Her chest hurts. Eyes bulge painfully. Her hands tingle, too numb to feel the breeze. Her feet too numb to feel the ground. But it's her heart that betrays her--
Her heart. Broken. Skips beats.
She stumbles and falls, crying out quietly, "Michael." If his face won't be the last thing she sees, his name will be the last thing she hears.