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To lose You We met in a time before memoryTo lose You by `BerylAlexandros
Now you've gone through a gate with a lock, but no key
And I grasp at the moments that I can't recall
And I hate that my love couldn't help you at all
There was no choice to be your friend
It was meant to be, not meant to end
And I never meant to find a way
To miss you more with every day
And though I understand about life and its flaws
There's a hunger called "why" in my gut, and it gnaws
Dried Fruit It was a metallic day. Dried fruit lay scattered on the sidewalk as if there had been a battle between the apricots and the apples. Later, she would remember the fruit in more detail than she had seen it at the time. She would wonder at that, in the numbness that protected her from thinking about more important things.Dried Fruit by `BerylAlexandros
Harriet had just stepped out of her sister's apartment building, her head bent against the insistent wind, when her cellular phone rang. She didn't answer it, devoting her attention instead to navigating around a patch of fresh ice on the sidewalk; warni
Thoja Thoja was born on a mild day in mid-April. It was raining as Jesselm and her brothers walked down the winding dirt road to their neighbors farm, almost running in their eagerness to see the new puppies. They had each been told weeks ago that they could pick out a puppy of their own once Lolly had her litter.Thoja by `BerylAlexandros
By the time they got to the barn, the rain had slacked to a gentle sprinkle. Jesselm could still hear it on the roof, in the rare moments of silence between the chattering of her brothers. Jesselm herself was quiet, standing shyly behind the others as they crowded close
Miracles She set the note aside. Daniel felt as if his hope were spilling from the mug, not coffee. The girl was still a moment. Then she lifted her gaze from the mess he had caused, and turned, miraculously, toward him; he was desperately thankful for the smile on her face.Miracles by `BerylAlexandros
Colors When Emily woke up, she decided to draw her dreams. She opened her pencil box and gazed upon the potential within. Bright blue, soft purple, deep green, brilliant yellow, stark black, gentle grey, and all the others; each was an old friend. She selected twelve, and drew a sad-faced butterfly.Colors by `BerylAlexandros
Listening Falling asleep that night, Emily heard the first snow of winter begin to fall. It was the soft and fluffy kind, the kind that only she and Daniel could hear. He had taught her how: "You know how it sounds when snow isn't falling? Just listen for a different sound."Listening by `BerylAlexandros
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