It was the beginning of a new season, yet the sun smothered its heat everywhere the light touched. Mastering the new was becoming the norm and things were finding its place.
One ping and the pong soon followed. The ache from the bounce reverberates throughout, making itself known. Silently the agony moans.
Reasoning and rationalizing file in quick like water to a hot fire, the screams on contact portray the feelings within.
The heat keeps its place while the water evaporates. Fading from their minds. The justifications fade while the pain and hurt reside. Again. The sequence of events replay, only not as deep this second time. Pain is pain, hurt is hurt. No matter the amount.
Cold moves in, the heat goes out. Bitter air hits the heart to start. The water sloshes over head and energy slowly runs out, she cannot tread.
The last. The last to hear. The last to know. Not even invited to show. Why? Like the water to the fire, it evaporates all desire. Did she ever matter?
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