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[lunesque]

Yes. Erm. Thanks to scheherezhad, felinias, and straypenstrokes for the midnight betas. ^^

I'm actually dedicating this to monochromal because 1) it was reading her stuff today that got me in the mood to write this, and 2) she is simply that cool. ^^;; *posts and scurries away to hide*



You know that everything is different by the way your friends move-- the whisper of tiptoe steps against blood red carpet, like you're made of glass and they're afraid you will shatter--although, to be honest, you knew everything had changed the instant you lost the last of your family to a Veil that whispered dead promises in your ears.

Sometimes, when the sky is a deep slate and thunder is echoing in the distance, you press your cheek against the cool glass of the window and pretend that the scream of the clouds is the beat of his heart and the flash of the lightning is like the memory of a moment you never had a chance to live. It’s during the storms when you know, above all else, that he existed.

There are other times, though, when you walk through the halls of Hogwarts and the voices you hear are like ocean waves of relief, and you wonder if you ever really knew him at all.

You dream of dark mirrors that shatter in your palms, and in the shards you see his face instead of your own.

Waking up to find his final gift to you clutched in your hand and tears streaming down your cheeks, you wonder why, in the end, it is so very hard to let go.

Comments

[on-the-cusp.livejournal.com]

you know i think it's beautiful.

[monochromal.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD. I AM NOT WORTHY. I am GAPING AT THIS. It’s during the storms when you know, above all else, that he existed.

*sobs* *curls into self* That was raw, but so polished, and so painfully fine that I ache. You flatter me in a million ways by saying I somehow helped get you into the mood for this (although, in hindsight, that might not be a good thing, as moods go) and dedicating it to me. It's glorious and shining [with tears] and I love every word.

Forget TSP; you're blowing me away now. *hearts madly*

[sanguinesque.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, when the sky is a deep slate and thunder is echoing in the distance, you press your cheek against the cool glass of the window and pretend that the scream of the clouds is the beat of his heart and the flash of the lightning is like the memory of a moment you never had a chance to live. It’s during the storms when you know, above all else, that he existed.

Oh my gawd, I love this. It's so very well written. [gapes some more]

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

*loves*

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Thank you very much! <333

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

Of course you're worthy, silly. If you weren't, I wouldn't have dedicated it to you. :P

I wasn't lying when I said you inspire me, you know. ^^;; I guess I was just trying to put the kind of emotion your writing makes me feel into...some form, instead of silly reviews that are the epitome of 'Amalin is God'. So, just consider it a good piece of feedback. ^_^

*hearts madly back*

[on-the-cusp.livejournal.com]

[kiss]

[windsor.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful. I keep wishing that it's longer and I love it to death.

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you!

*hugs* It's good to have you back!

[windsor.livejournal.com]

*hugs back* I'm so happy to be online again. :) And to see all the awesome stuff everyone's been writing. <3!!

[irisiolani.livejournal.com]

*sigh* This is beautiful. I adore it. It's clear, raw, and painful; but it's lovely.

[cblm.livejournal.com]

*is peeved*

it appears i didn't comment on this when you first posted it, so sorry. i think we were chatting then and i told you what i thought but didn't post.

*smiles*

but i love it, same as the second. my favorite bit is the part about the storms. you described it beautifully.

*hugs*
Cai