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Oct. 31st, 2002 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kuangning"There was a time..." she started doubtfully, then stopped. "Wasn't there?" Shaking her head, not waiting for a response, she laughed a little. "Of course there was." Glancing over at the impassive blue eyes, she blushed. "I mean, I didn't dream it all, did I? I couldn't have. It's just that it all seems so far away now." The figure in the chair was still, and she sighed softly, reaching out a hand to brush away a stray hair. She stopped just short of contact, fingers curling inward, hand pulling back almost involuntarily while something at once shuttered and naked darkened her expression. Lacing her fingers tightly together on her lap, she looked away for a moment. "It's so odd. Some of it I can still almost taste, almost touch, wrap my fingers around and not let go." Her knuckles whitened, burrowing into the folds of her skirt as if to hide. "And some of it, I don't think I could ever have experienced, except I know I did, because I couldn't have dreamed it, not in a million years."
Shifting her weight in her chair, she took a deep breath, held it a moment, released it all at once. " I'm babbling, aren't I? I'm scared of this story, and I don't know why." Reaching into her pocket, fingers clenching around something there, she went on quickly. "That's not true. I do know why. It's because I know it's the last story. I always feel like that. As if once a story's told, there won't be any more. But this one... this one's different." She withdrew her hand, fingers still tightly wrapped, and opened them slowly. In her palm, something glinted dully. "This one... this is the last story. The one everyone's entitled to, the one untold one everyone gets. And once I tell it, what then?" There was no response, only the calm blue of that unwavering gaze, and her eyes filled with tears that spilled over, one of them bathing the object in her hand and causing it to glitter. She caught her breath as she saw it, and her back straightened. Pushing her hair out of her eyes and brushing the tears away with her free hand, she stared at it. "I can't let it die," she said, softly and desperately. Her voice quiet but steady, her audience all but forgotten, she began to Speak.
Shifting her weight in her chair, she took a deep breath, held it a moment, released it all at once. " I'm babbling, aren't I? I'm scared of this story, and I don't know why." Reaching into her pocket, fingers clenching around something there, she went on quickly. "That's not true. I do know why. It's because I know it's the last story. I always feel like that. As if once a story's told, there won't be any more. But this one... this one's different." She withdrew her hand, fingers still tightly wrapped, and opened them slowly. In her palm, something glinted dully. "This one... this is the last story. The one everyone's entitled to, the one untold one everyone gets. And once I tell it, what then?" There was no response, only the calm blue of that unwavering gaze, and her eyes filled with tears that spilled over, one of them bathing the object in her hand and causing it to glitter. She caught her breath as she saw it, and her back straightened. Pushing her hair out of her eyes and brushing the tears away with her free hand, she stared at it. "I can't let it die," she said, softly and desperately. Her voice quiet but steady, her audience all but forgotten, she began to Speak.