GracelingAnakin

Is that...? Yes. Yes I think it is. I start running, but the back of the head is already disappearing in the crowded London streets. Just a little more..... I catch the back of her collar. Yes! It is! It's her! The girl looks at me blankly. After such a long time... Worry crawls through my veins, like fire burning paper. What if it wasn't her? What if it was, but she forgot me? What if -..? but just as quickly, my worry stops. She smiles. “You?!” She asks, bewildered. “Me!” I yell so loudly people stop. After such a long time... We both hug, right there, on the crowded streets of London. We had met in... was it ki

Its fire coursing through a vein its such sweet, sweet pain its the deepest, darkest night and the burning, blinding light Its drowning in the clearest water its endless battle and slaughter its dancing in the coolest rain and driving you insane its the words screaming in your head its the endless twisting path ahead its the lasting blood red stain and the hearts, skewered and slain its the bittersweet poison its the churning emotion its the repeating drums in the deep and the songs that make you weep