05-29-2009, 01:29 PM
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The image was crystal clear, unlike the foggy mist that often clouded her visions. His voice was unmistakable, and the way he had whispered her name was oh-so familiar. She could only stare, clearly fascinated by his presence. Her face displayed a variety of emotions, simultaneously ranging from bitterness to admiration. As much as she wanted to join him, part of her knew that he wouldn’t allow it. So why had he come to her? Her face contortioned endlessly, as if trying to decide whether she should smile or frown.
“You left me,” she said, a hint of accusation lurking behind her statement. There was nothing else to say. No words could describe how betrayed she felt. What were his motives? He certainly hadn’t stopped by just to chit-chat. Her bottom lip quivered and formed a pout. Now she was acting like a child. It was amazing how easily she could jump from one expression to another. “Can I come?” Her voice was innocent, almost naïve. It sounded nothing like it had moments earlier. Insanity was a beautiful thing.
The image was crystal clear, unlike the foggy mist that often clouded her visions. His voice was unmistakable, and the way he had whispered her name was oh-so familiar. She could only stare, clearly fascinated by his presence. Her face displayed a variety of emotions, simultaneously ranging from bitterness to admiration. As much as she wanted to join him, part of her knew that he wouldn’t allow it. So why had he come to her? Her face contortioned endlessly, as if trying to decide whether she should smile or frown.
“You left me,” she said, a hint of accusation lurking behind her statement. There was nothing else to say. No words could describe how betrayed she felt. What were his motives? He certainly hadn’t stopped by just to chit-chat. Her bottom lip quivered and formed a pout. Now she was acting like a child. It was amazing how easily she could jump from one expression to another. “Can I come?” Her voice was innocent, almost naïve. It sounded nothing like it had moments earlier. Insanity was a beautiful thing.