Mixed Muses: merely the girl that he had killed
from here:
She makes outside, just, and falls back against the wall. She wanted to run, run as fast and far as she could, but her legs wouldn't-won't-can't carry her any further.
do I know you?
She can't breathe.
Szabo Tibor
what are you doing here
it appears for me
was it worth it
No
She can't breathe.
She's breathing too much, shallow and fast and gasping and her hands are (It’s hot enough that there the sweat on her neck is driving her insane and she brings up her free hand to wipe it away. Her hand stops. It’s a small hand, one that had never quite grown large enough to span an octave on Sashenka’s piano. Pale skin now flushed, tiny white scars, ridiculously delicate fingers. And her hand is) shaking. Slowly, oh so slowly, she gets down, lets her head fall back into the wall(/floor. From here she can see that red arrow on the gage and
no, no, nono, god, no)
even before she shuts her eyes she has tears running down her cheeks.
She makes outside, just, and falls back against the wall. She wanted to run, run as fast and far as she could, but her legs wouldn't-won't-can't carry her any further.
do I know you?
She can't breathe.
Szabo Tibor
what are you doing here
it appears for me
was it worth it
No
She can't breathe.
She's breathing too much, shallow and fast and gasping and her hands are (It’s hot enough that there the sweat on her neck is driving her insane and she brings up her free hand to wipe it away. Her hand stops. It’s a small hand, one that had never quite grown large enough to span an octave on Sashenka’s piano. Pale skin now flushed, tiny white scars, ridiculously delicate fingers. And her hand is) shaking. Slowly, oh so slowly, she gets down, lets her head fall back into the wall(/floor. From here she can see that red arrow on the gage and
no, no, nono, god, no)
even before she shuts her eyes she has tears running down her cheeks.