aw yeah. i’ve got weed. :3
∞ January 23, 2012 at 09:04pm
pianissimo
ravina. 18. london.
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”I'll repay that, I’ll repay that ten times over. mark my words.”
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The star's words echo through her mind. Fleeting words, syllables that promised everything and nothing all at once. She will never be repaid. "Ten times over" has become impossible. She stops dreaming of the kiss; the warm embrace; the first night; all that will never be. They will never wake up next to each other, have children or a wedding. The thought of marriage plays around in her mind - were they even the type to do things the traditional way?
She is cold in the star's embrace. It feels nothing like she remembers, but she cannot tear herself away. "Ten times over" - can she really let the promise go that easily? Her future shatters before her eyes. She steals one last hopeful glimpse before it evanesces - mere debris swept up in the destruction in the wake of the star's death.
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The star's words echo through her mind. Fleeting words, syllables that promised everything and nothing all at once. She will never be repaid. "Ten times over" has become impossible. She stops dreaming of the kiss; the warm embrace; the first night; all that will never be. They will never wake up next to each other, have children or a wedding. The thought of marriage plays around in her mind - were they even the type to do things the traditional way?
She is cold in the star's embrace. It feels nothing like she remembers, but she cannot tear herself away. "Ten times over" - can she really let the promise go that easily? Her future shatters before her eyes. She steals one last hopeful glimpse before it evanesces - mere debris swept up in the destruction in the wake of the star's death.
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