&&     icesuit.            ///      ( blue rose )

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          her   hands   are   numb   from   the   feeling.   the   deep,   scratching   feeling.   the   feeling   that   never   satisfies.   it   lays   in   her  abdomen   and   it   feeds   off   his   careless   words.   she   can’t   feel   her   fingers,   her   toes.   they’ve   gone   cold,   asleep.   the   only   sensation  she   can   pin:   the   pitter   patter   of   her   heart,   sweet   against  her   chest   and  pumping  organic   rhythm   into   her   ears.

          the   constant   chatter   of    the   bar   reduces   to   a   lull   in   her   mind,   white   noise,    static.   his   words   were   something   expected,   though   painful.   maybe   in   her   dreams   he’d  look   over   at   her   with   soulful   eyes   and   speak   words   of   romance.   maybe   he’d   wipe   away   tears   from   her   virgin   cheeks   and   softly   sing   her   to   sleep.

           every   child   must   learn,    no   matter   how   tragic   the   results,   that   make   -   believe   is   a   dimension   only   accessed   through   naivety,   and   that   we   will   wake   to   a   much   stronger,   harsher   world.   even   then,    there   is   still  a   heart   that   yearns,   that   hopes.   there   are   hands   that   reach   for   miracles   and   count   the   stars.

          it’s   unfair.   unjust   that   a   girl   born   of   ice   and   solitude,   thrust   into   a    busy   world,   unable   to   fulfill   her   desires,   isn’t   able   to   have   one   last   thing   before   she   goes.

          this   world   takes   and   it   takes   and   it   takes.   it   requires   heroes   to   save   it,    yet   it   seems   so   unforgiving.   why   did   she   do   these   things,   if   not   to   get   anything   in   return  ?

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           despite   her   sorrow,   karina   smiles   down   at   the   drink   in   her   hands.    if   it   were   kotetsu,   he   wouldn’t   pay   mind   to   the   obstructions   in   his   life,   the   darkness   weighing   down   on   his   heart.   

           ‘   nevermind   —   i   don’t   want   to   talk   about   it   with    you.   ‘  she   laughs,   aces   the   act.   and   god   please   let   him   not   see    the   tears   in   her   eyes.

       WORDS AS COLD AS HER ICE,  thrown at him with little remorse only caused eyes to widen slightly.   emphasis on last word only brought on confusion,  &&  wonders as to what she’s feeling or going through.   query circulates his mind endlessly, almost as if the problem on her SHOULDERS magically became his own     (   he can’t help but WORRY ABOUT HER.   ).   ah, that gold heart of his, shining as brightly as ever at that moment.

       ATTENTION HAD NO LONGER REMAINED ONTO TV,  infection of love was no matter to be taken lightly.   love, though simple when put into words  &&  thought of without rest, is more fickle than one would expect.   natural beating of the heart no longer beats for yourself, no longer gives you breath ;   becomes the instrument of affection, the instrument of happiness, the instrument of pain that shall beat on without stop.   breath never supplied by it any more, breath is obtained by seeing the one that captivates attention effortlessly.   young love, as if from a fantasy, becomes the supportive friend  &&  nefarious enemy.

       REMINISCENT OF THE PAST,  where love, such an alien concept, took ahold of his life.   by none other than her hand.   she, who was RAVISHING,  she, who brought VALUE to his emotions …   she, who has left without proper farewells.   yes.   love, the emotion that made him  &&  broke him.   the one thing laced with skepticism  &&  held with fear of the damage it may cause upon him or others yet again     (   a villain without form   ).

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              ❛   oi,   ❜     the two had been working together for quite a while now.   several occasions had they caught many criminals together, gained the points, save the people.   yet, knowledge on one another had REMAINED LIMITED ;   moments like these, where they sat down, the job out of the way  &&  managed to spend time as friends, were a simple rarity.   that’s why she doesn’t know him.     ❛   i  don’t  mind  if  you  don’t  want  to  speak  about  it.   ❜     sincere, thoughtful, solemn words escaped from him.   deliberate.   at first impression, any individual infers without second doubts that he is dense  ——  nothing more than a goof.     ❛   but …   ❜     while quirky in his own respect, he was never DENSE ON EMOTIONS.   he was never one to turn a blind eye on those that needed help.   he only strives to help others.     ❛   if  it  hurts  you  enough  to  cause  those  gentle  eyes  of  yours  be  filled  with  tears,  i  can’t  ignore  it.   karina,  are  you  OK?   ❜

 

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