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Posted on September 13, 2013 at 02:34:53 AM by Roach
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I’m watching, from the shadow of my little tree, all the goings-on in the world beyond me. Everyone moves around, voices drift to me on the winter wind, but I don’t really hear them. Not truly. I recognize a word here and there, but my mind is elsewhere. I am simply searching for Ex. I miss his face, and crave his voice, his touch. It’s always worst in the winter. I’m not sure why that is. But I’m not really thinking about that either. I just need him, and that’s what I know. I’ve lost track of where I am. The nights are long and the days are blinding; they all flood together and coagulate in my brain. A stoppage in my mind. Nothing to think about. Roach must simply search. So I do. The sound of water drew me here – a brief blip on the empty radar of my thoughts – but I don’t remember that now. All these strangers pass through my field of vision; I’m not even curious. My face is dark, blank, and I am motionless. Only my insect eyes flit from one form to another, betraying the life in me. They lock on a familiar face. I blink once, twice, a new alertness tightening my face. I even stand up, the stiffness in my muscles drawing a soft murmur from my parted jaws. But when I look up again, my pupils contract around the quiet girl from the forest. At least, I think she is. Roach is so bad at remembering... She reminds me of when I still had my Exxie. She was there! I have forgotten that we were not friends, but Roach has named her, and therefore she must be important. I emerge from my hideout into the twilight sun, blinking my watery eyes at her as I approach. r o a c h
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