You CanThe tears fell quicker than a summer thunderstorm; they hit her faster than the lightning that scared her as a child. It called to her, the sound of death and sang it's lulling song but she would not hear it. Covering her ears like a child would when something disagreeable is said to them she slid down the wall, weeping uncontrollably.You Can7 years ago in Think Pink III More Like This
It couldn't happen. No, no, no. It couldn't. The words fell from her trembling lips into silent lakes and rivers on her callous, wooden floors. She shifted her weight, now dragging her numb legs to her body and holding them to her chest. Her sobs were heavy and weighted in the damp, morning air; she struggled to breathe in the oxygen she so wish to force out.
Time became a wonderland of snow and ice, spring and flowers--a mix of two vastly different concepts that, somehow, made sense. The ragged breathing, that came from her shaking form heaved with each exhale, morphed into quick tiny breaths of frustration. It shouldn't have happen