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There is a boy I know with a heart made of gold. Shiny, beautiful, and just a little hard, he hid the bits he thought were too scarred. But there is a girl who knows metal can be cold, a temperature he kept tightly controlled. If laid by a fire, this girl was informed, even the chilliest hearts can gradually be warmed. So she gave him her fire, just an ember of emotion brightly burning, constant loving devotion and little by little his heart began to heat until she could hear the hint of a beat. It's still warming, a process that will take years, but the girl is there through his love and his fears. for she loves him deeply, despite his perc

Caught between silence and music that, if I listen, sounds like the press of a soul saying here. here I am. and I'm breathless in a swirl of colour that is only you and the skim of your hands over the pulsating heat of my heart. I am set free once again to float once more and I have to wonder one more time. Is this the place I have been dreaming of?

Stay strong, he says. What do I say in return? Okay? Yes sir-ee? I'll get right on that? All I can feel is something overwhelming cracking any resolve I may have had right in half. As he walks out the door, the usual tightening of the throat and the pressure behind my eyes start, but an unusual deadened emotion takes over. It feels as though all my sorrow and emotion is caught in my throat, while the rest of my body falls into a straight-lined calm. Even my mind as it runs past everything, trying to keep the emotion down, it is strangely absent-feeling. I totter around this house, knowing the familiar walls like the back of my hand, and can

All breath slammed out Madeline's chest as he glared into her face, his own breathing equally as hard. They wouldn't be caught, they were out of sight. Were they? The girl, breathless, pressed against the wall by a single hand, stared into the other's flickering face with wide eyes. There was nothing innocent in his body language. She had tried to escape, but knew it futile. She was more helpless than a fly stuck to a piece of sticky paper, pinned there against the wall, underneath his intense, searching gaze. A sound! Crash! Garbage cans just around the corner clattered to the ground for a reason not known to the boy or girl and it startled

A shiver ran up her spine as their skin brushed against each other ever so slightly. It was gone before she could turn and smile at him, but the feeling lingered. Her heart beat in time with the bass of the song. Her hands were in the air as she danced and swayed to the beat. Her hips moved back and forth and her hair waved in the blinking lights. She was seemingly uncaring of her surroundings, letting herself go to the music and moving bodies around her. There could be nothing more wrong, as she let her senses track him through the excited heat. Time grinded to a halt the moment she had stepped foot on the dance floor. She preferred it that

She was dancing. After so many months of being under the strain of not succeeding or pleasing others, having the burden suddenly lifted was a surprise. It was like a ray of sunshine on her heart. It was like the day suddenly opening for a new possibility. It was like disturbing the resting place of a thousand fireflies, sending them off into the night to light up the world. It was like discovering life for the first time. It was like… coming home. “I’m home!” Her heart sung, opening her arms to life. “I’m home! I’m home!” She couldn’t stop laughing with tears of joy wetting her cheeks. “I

Boredom ensued. It was inevitable, like the coming of the dawn or cleaning up he would have to do with the dead pigeon on his balcony. Through the certainty of boredom however, there had been a slight relapse where he thought that perhaps he could avoid it. That he could avoid the two-day boredom. The hope that what they had determined for his future was only a sham, was small at best and in the past. The cards were cast; there was no changing the course of time. They lay in a determined row, mocking, taunting. His future had no uncertainties. There was no room for doubt, not an inch to trip up. The cards spoke of no mistake so he knew there