SoSuWriMo: 393
She would never treat him like she did the others. There was something different about the boy, something that pulled down her will to flash false bravado. Her warmth had been genuine that day, and she had shared it with him willingly. Today, it seemed, she required all of it to keep her whole.
There was a tedium in the air between them. The relationship was unfounded, but strong - Perhaps the unlikely pair would always be pulled toward one another, orbiting the chaos like meteors struck off course. A little wobbly, a little uncertain, and very, very dangerous. But maybe his fate held a different path to hers. After this day, would she be able to pull back on that cloak of merriment, melt seamlessly back into the lives of those she loved? A lovely mask was cracking, and China was relatively sure that it was not his.
She cradled the pieces of her body closer, cerulean eyes still gazing at him speculatively. What a queer state of events! There was a hungriness to his bloody eyes that she had lit that day, and she saw it flaming now; Did he think he could hide what was hers from her? But that flickering flame was currently locked away. There would be no wildfire to burn her skin right now, no tongues of heat to melt her bones and re-arrange them once more. That was how she felt; As though her skin had crawled around her during the night, and was now sitting all wrong, all wrong about her face. Her smile felt wonky, and not at all real.
His observation made her laugh. There, in that sound, was a flicker of the songbird she knew herself to be. Wings rustled, but hers were white, white and fresh as the virginal snow.
"Maybe you just see things brighter, these days," She offered, voice sounding slightly firmer now. His presence would slowly revive her, if the chill his heart carried did not kill her first. He had entered the carcass of the shack, all wooden bones and peeling paint skin, but still his shadow made her feel claustrophobic. In a familiar gesture, she patted the cold ground beside her. A genuine tug pulled at cold lips. "I'm not afraid of the cold, wolfboy. I'm not afraid of anything." Not yet, she wasn't. Not yet.
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