[EMO FIC. D:] The Morning After.
She woke up with a jolt, cold sweat trickling down her back, it's icy touch chilling her hollow core. Coldness upon emptiness.
She touches her face gingerly,with the tips of her fingers brushing down from her forehead. Slowly, slowly, as if for fear that her face would shatter into pieces at the slightest pressure, gentle, precise movements, following her black trails from her eyes to her lips, lips lips to the edges of her face.
Eyes staring ahead blankly, without movement, without life. Soft shallow breaths flowing past thin lips, each carrying an silent burden.
Her fingers lingering, as if reluctant to leave the pale marble-like surface of her face. With great resolve coming from the depths within, a wrenching of appendages from a mask-like countenance.
Screaming echo throughout the room. resounding and unending. The end of each a beginning for another.
The morning forever after.
The closeness of yesterday, the distance of tomorrow.
She touches her face gingerly,with the tips of her fingers brushing down from her forehead. Slowly, slowly, as if for fear that her face would shatter into pieces at the slightest pressure, gentle, precise movements, following her black trails from her eyes to her lips, lips lips to the edges of her face.
Eyes staring ahead blankly, without movement, without life. Soft shallow breaths flowing past thin lips, each carrying an silent burden.
Her fingers lingering, as if reluctant to leave the pale marble-like surface of her face. With great resolve coming from the depths within, a wrenching of appendages from a mask-like countenance.
Screaming echo throughout the room. resounding and unending. The end of each a beginning for another.
The morning forever after.
The closeness of yesterday, the distance of tomorrow.