heartstopper

Sep 09, 2012 14:55

it is late at night, and even the city which never sleeps is - at least - beginning to drowse.

even the lights begin to dim, and the tincture of the night suffuses the city, quietly reclaiming the peace before the city.

eyes faltering, eyelids drooping, the flicker of the screen casts a soft glow about her face as she whispers into the distance.

and quietly, unnoticed, the soft pulse-pulse...

...stops.
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