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StayYou've heard whine and wail and gush to you
My friends, dear strangers, you know it's true
But now there's something, if you care
It's different now, not sure if that's fair...
I found someone who makes me smile
Want to be with him for more than a while
But I can't say words, like I could before
Write love songs, sweet nothings, and so much more
When he's here, I can barely speak
My brain goes numb and my words get weak
Is this real love, or something strange
I know for a fact I don't want it change
I promised for him I'd write a song
But when it comes out the words are wrong
Does this mean I love him?
Or it's all in my head?
Even though my heart melts
From the words that he's said
The only word, that I can think to say
When he's there with me,
Just one word,
The Virtual Timepiece (ch 29)Yumi's terror showed in her face, reflected in the dead, dark eyes of the solider before her. It was if William's eyes were made of glass, still and empty of anything human.
"Solider 2.5, dispose of them." Grey was cackling, the human half of his face contorted in a sinister smile at how his prey had reacted. "Now, solider."
Ulrich pulled Yumi back so she was behind him. She followed like a rag doll, her gaze transfixed. Ulrich spared a glance at her, hoping somehow to erase that look on her face. Anything to take that fear from her. Her hand was cold, clammy and limp in his. He held it anyway, and looked at Mr. Grey.
"Why number them?" His eyes narrowed, he let anger take away the bile in his throat, let fury push back nausea, fear, sorrow, betrayal, pity. "How can you erase their humanity more?!"
"Ah, now, boy, you know nothin', do you?" Grey shook his head, still smiling. "Your comrade here was saved so fast, so clean, by our brothers stationed with your troops,
The Virtual Timepiece (ch 28)It was like walking through a nightmare.
The dark hallways slowly lead them deeper and deeper into the factory, the walls getting narrower and narrower. A incessant ticking sound came and went, buzzing in Aelita's ears until she had to start muttering to herself to block it out. Her head was very hot, her feet freezing, and the hand still holding onto Jeremie's was going numb.
I will go mad, Aelita thought, trying to calm her wild heartbeat. Alone in this place. I will go mad here I will-
The hand holding hers squeezed gently, and Aelita's fearful thoughts faded. She looked over, and up into his face. He was ghostly pale, his eyes wide behind his dirty glasses. Not alone. She wasn't alone. Aelita took a deep breath and tried to smile. It was wobbly and barely there, but it was an attempt all the same.
"I promise you, Jeremie...I..I"m usually not known to have bouts of cluster-phobic panic," she informed him softly. The lump in her throat didn't ease at her failed attempt
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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