The wind was soft, and the rain pattered against my cheek as if my mother was still here, wiping away my tears.
But my tears.
They did not come.
They couldn't come.
They aren't coming.
I couldn't. Cry. I want to cry. I can't cry. I couldn't cry. I don't want to cry. I want to cry. I don't want to cry.
But nonetheless,
my teeth chattered, and my throat tightened, and my fingers stabbed into my palms, in a fist, and blood dripped from it, and my legs are giving way, and my eyes watered, and my body tensed, and my hair stood on end.
I couldn't. I can't. Move.
Not out of fear, nor excitement, nor any describable emotion. I felt none at that, this moment.
My mind was empty.
White. A pale, perfect, white. Paler than you're imagining.
Unable to begin a thought, unable to maintain a thought, unable to finish a thought.
She stepped down. The grass parted softly away from her feet, the wind flowing through the field of hand length grass.
Or was it a field of hands? I couldn't tell. I couldn't differentiate anything other than
'her' and 'irrelevant'.
Her feet, barefoot, pale, too pale. Too pale.
Her legs were long. Beautiful. But pale. Too pale.
Her dress. Thin. It fluttered in the slow wind like it was part of the air too. White. But darker than
her pale skin.
Her nails. Devoid of any imperfection. They are slightly long.
Her fingers. They were long, but not unnaturally so. Thin, but not unnaturally so.
Her wrist. Thin, but not unnaturally so. Pale.
Her arm. Pale. Thin. Not unnaturally so. Too pale.
Her neck. Pale.
Her throat. Thin, but not unnaturally so. But too pale.
Her ears. Pale. Too pale.
Her lips. I licked mine. My lips were dry. They still are.
Her left ear. Pale
Her right ear. Pale.
Her nose. Pale. Too pale.
Her left nostril. Perfect.
Her right nostril. Perfect.
Her upper teeth. Perfect.
Her lips. Perfect.
Her lower teeth. Perfect.
Her hair. Black. Long. Flowing. Perfect.
Her eyes. Her eyes.
Her eyes, Her eyes- Her eyes... Her eyes.
Her eyes! Her eyes, Her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes...
Eyes. Hers. Her. Her eyes. They looked at me like they were going to tear me apart.
I would let her.
I want her to.
I need her to.
I need her to look at me just a little bit longer.
I need her to look at me.
I need it a little bit longer.
Her eyes.
I need them.
I need them to look at me.
I need her eyes to look at me just a little bit longer.
Just a bit.
I need them to look at me.
Just a few seconds.
That's all I'm asking for.
Just a little longer.
Her eyes.
Her eyes were red. She was red. Her eyes are looking at me. Her eyes looked at me. They're looking at me.
..No. My eyes were red. The blood fell to the ground, and poured to the ground still longer.
Longer than you're imagining.
Just a bit longer, than you're imagining.
It didn't hurt.
If it didn't hurt,
she would look at me for longer.
I just want her..
To look at me-
For longer.