even if your heart would listen

[Geneva Stockholm]

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It was hard to focus on Anu's face through the gloom of the rain, her own eyes unfocused from exhaustion. She hadn't slept well since the day of the fight. Shadowy figures preyed upon her unconscious mind and she thrashed in her sleep, bringing the pain from her wounds to the fore. She spent countless hours just staring at the ceiling of the ranch, counting knots in the wooden floor, and mindlessly turning the pages of books. Her legs and arms were stiff, and almost felt unfamiliar when she tried to use them. It was hard for her to focus at all. But the blue of Anu's eyes were clear as the first light of day against the dark. Her words carried against the sound of the wind into Geneva's mind, each world clearly outlined and punctuated against the emptiness. She felt their echoes against the walls of her mind. Geneva turned those words over, shocked how they reflected her state of mind like a verbal mirror. She straightened a little, peering through the darkness now to really see Anu. She spoke as though she had stolen those words from Geneva's heart. How could she know? How could she possibly speak those words as if they were her own? Geneva wondered if she was that transparent, but knew she had given Anu next to nothing to work with. Because those words were her own. When had the world crashed down? When had the sky fallen for the woman? The ache in her bones was gone, replaced by the thrumming of gravity again, as she felt sickened by the fact that she might have put the look upon Anu's face. "It doesn't matter," she said. She swallowed hard, trying to understand what this might mean, trying to look beyond the world of her own pain. Part of her resurfaced, as she shook her head to clear rain from her eyes. "I don't know his name....it was just me being...stupid...Again."

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