JournalWord: Catching teardrops.
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"A teardrop
from the heartless," he whispers with a satisfied smile as he corks the
tiny bottle and pockets the glass bottle into the confines of his leather
jacket, over his chest.
He starts a
leisurely pace out of the shadows of the alley, not a glance or hint of concern
at the slumped body perched against the grimy alley wall.
She doesn't move,
allowing her tears to collect into a pool in the hollow of her lap. Her hair is
now a mess of tangles from where her hand had dug itself a nest to keep from
grasping at the truth. Her chest swells as his footsteps echo, almost soundlessly,
leaving her behind, as if he hadn't exposed her secrets and flaws, and she
curses.
Not a hex touches
him, and he grins, having found another addition to his collection.
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Something super short that I added to a collab on Protagonize :)
He collects teardrops on various emotions and people, going to whatever means to extract the specific teardrop, even using cruel methods to shatter hearts.
On another note, I was extremely busy the last couple of days playing paparazzi for my brother's graduation! :D I'm so proud of my little brother and his accomplishments!
(And yes, I do have a brother complex.. on both of my little brothers :P)
Keep bubbly!
Mera.
