Shaun
It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.
I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.
My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it by heart.
Serena Meyer
Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.
serenashleigh@mweb.com
And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.
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Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything I see reminds me of her.
Irony; isn't it, when the one thing Ты absolutely need to survive is within your physical grasp but Ты cannot have it? Isn't it some kind of 'destiny' rule that means Ты always land up with the one person right for Ты and it's all Цветы and daisies from then on?
I have a three год old daughter that I have never met before although I knew she existed. Not specifically 'she', but Ты get the point.
What kind of excuse for a human being am I?
I touch the single picture I have kept of her, stroking her collarbone with my index finger. She has a scar directly below there. A pale, four-inch gash that she got in a car crash when she was fifteen. Involuntarily, the memory overcomes me.
"What's that?" I ask her, tracing the length of the scar.
"Just a souveneir from a car crash. I was fifteen," she says nonchalantly, refusing to let go. Her arms are wrapped around my waist. We are sitting on her bed. Her head is resting on ny shoulder, her long hair cascading down my shoulder blade. Her distinct smell of lilacs is tantalising me.
That was the first time I told her I loved her.
It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.
I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.
My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it by heart.
Serena Meyer
Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.
serenashleigh@mweb.com
And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.
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Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything I see reminds me of her.
Irony; isn't it, when the one thing Ты absolutely need to survive is within your physical grasp but Ты cannot have it? Isn't it some kind of 'destiny' rule that means Ты always land up with the one person right for Ты and it's all Цветы and daisies from then on?
I have a three год old daughter that I have never met before although I knew she existed. Not specifically 'she', but Ты get the point.
What kind of excuse for a human being am I?
I touch the single picture I have kept of her, stroking her collarbone with my index finger. She has a scar directly below there. A pale, four-inch gash that she got in a car crash when she was fifteen. Involuntarily, the memory overcomes me.
"What's that?" I ask her, tracing the length of the scar.
"Just a souveneir from a car crash. I was fifteen," she says nonchalantly, refusing to let go. Her arms are wrapped around my waist. We are sitting on her bed. Her head is resting on ny shoulder, her long hair cascading down my shoulder blade. Her distinct smell of lilacs is tantalising me.
That was the first time I told her I loved her.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind или fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even by taking one step forward,
by placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind или fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even by taking one step forward,
by placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
Liyah (me)
Once i was having a день dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 год old was Письмо a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Ты doing here?," she asked. "I Любовь the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Ты guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
