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Silhouette-Chapter Three

WARNING: This chapter in my story, Silhouette, is particularly violent (at least in my perspective), so if you dislike violence/fighting or anything of that matter, do not proceed to read this chapter.


Life hasn’t been kind to me for the past while, partially due to some reasons that I won’t explain, and also due to the fact that my mindset lately has been awful and anything I write would be depressing.

So, because it was the least I could do, I edited Chapter Three of Silhouette, titled Verboten, which means “forbidden, especially by an authority”.

So, here you go, the next chapter!


“Chapter Three: Verboten”

Crown learned quickly that the burly man’s name had been Wood Fallen.

She had also learned she wasn’t supposed to know that.

It was so brief, at the desk of the Town Hall. A woman dressed in all white gave a somewhat flirtatious smirk to the man. “Wood Fallen?” She had asked. He looked her way, but then shouldered past her, trying to ignore the pitiful look on her face. But judging by the way he had stopped abruptly when he saw her but kept walking almost immediately, Crown sensed that the man had badly wanted to respond to that woman.

‘I wonder what he would have said to her…’

Around the next corner of the sprawling maze of the Town Hall, Wood Fallen as he was called looked Crown square in the eyes. Crown could tell he was wearing dark eye contact to conceal his true eyes, but still a glimmer of amber and green glistened through the contact when light caressed it just right.

“Oh, Crown Hayze, you little brat…”

He spat her name with vile and bitterness, pinning her against the wall. She could do nothing against Wood’s impeccable strength that made her stiff as a corpse against the white cold bricks of the wall.

“I know your little secret, and you aren’t going to get away with it. I know Earthen committed suicide. I know you have inherited your stupid mother’s genetic material that allows you to be immune to our procedures. It’s all in a microchip in your head. So, I’ll have to do this the hard way so the doctor doesn’t have to deal with this horrible sin that you have….then your mother is next, to be executed, of course. Consider yourself lucky.”

Wood grabbed her shoulders with such force that Crown had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pain. He then gripped her wrists tightly so even Crown could feel her blood pulsing through her veins there, and led her to a vacant room in the Town Hall within the sickly medical sector.

There, he slammed her down into a hard wooden chair, that being close to the only furniture in the room besides a seemingly old wooden desk in the right corner.

Fear raced through Crown like thick honey, only it was nowhere near sweet. It felt like it filled every part of her, gluing her down, her limbs motionless. It felt like it was in every cell of her, holding her captive. It was like sleep paralysis. She could see, but not speak or move.

But she knew that Wood was going to try and kill her, even though that’s not what he tried to make it sound like. A knife would not be used to cut a microchip out of her head-different medical equipment was needed to perform an action of such.

Being a sin in Alquerbridge was like a speck of dust on impossibly clean floors, or a smiling face in a crowd of faceless people. She needed to be washed away, and even taking whatever chip she may have had in her brain out would not fix the fact that she had been born this way. Born a sin to the government. Born a sin to Alquerbridge.

But not born a sin to her mother and not born a sin to her sister.

Wood, while still gripping Crown’s wrists, reached for a drawer of the old desk and pulled out a knife, straining her arm.

“You are a sin to all of us, you sick, sick young girl.” His voice resonated scarily, and the space around her seemed to close. His voice even drowned out the sound of her heartbeat. It seemed to soak into every crevice, that sick numbness that her own mind cast upon itself.

But as he drew the knife and set it close to the back of her head, Crown could feel again.

She felt the chair beneath her. Wood’s death grip on both of her wrists with one hand. The silence in the room. The sounds of voices down the hall. The sounds of footsteps. Wood breathing close to her ear. Her nerves itching where the knife was about to touch.

“Not a sin to Earthen.”

Unfortunately, this was not like a scene from an action movie when Crown suddenly kicked backwards, her voice resounding not as strong but as young and weak.

The knife that had been waiting to cut into her skin then sliced a clean chunk of her hair off, and Wood dropped it in a hurry to hold Crown down again. She threw a punch at him, but only missed. She saw the door, and her only chance to at least try to escape. She lurched away from his flailing hands and set her hands on the doorknob that was still warm from Wood’s hand a few moments earlier.

Then time felt like it stopped, pausing around her, almost like a spectator or a watcher pausing a video to take in what was happening. The moment she tried to open the door, there was a searing pain.

It traveled around her lower neck to the small of her back, like a trail of fire down her spine.

She felt blood, it’s thickness gushing out out of the line that was just drawn by Wood’s knife. Then, just like that, she was weak again, and helpless.

“I was going to kill you anyway,” Wood tried to say in between heavy breaths, “and you just gave me more reasons to.”

Her vision was blackening, stars dancing in her eyes, the singular flickering light multiplying into several all around her vision like a kaleidoscope.The plain white walls and white floors were splashing with buckets of color-blues, reds, greens, pinks. Everything went blurry around her.

But she saw the knife that he had dropped and gripped it with her last amount of energy, hurling it at him.

Then, everything went black, and everything went cold.


“Haha, mistress, you are so hilarious! Would you like some more tea with your French Toast? My special, of course.”

Earthen and Crown had been so young then. Crown was around 7 and Earthen was around 5, still relishing the light of their childhoods. The girls were dressed in two bouncy pink dresses adorned with sequins, followed by princess hats, the kind with the ribbons on top. There were 4 chairs, Earthen and Crown sitting in two of them, and two large and fluffy teddy bears took up the other two. It was tea time.

So there they were, happy as 5 and 7 year olds sitting at a childish picnic table with white picket chairs drinking imaginary tea in the light of the summer sun. But all of the sudden, a colossal cloud passed into the view, and then everything was black again.

There was just black….and then there was Earthen, taking off her princess hat.

She looked so much older, her eyes glimmering, her hair shorter, raising just above her shoulders. 

“I wish I could tell you that this is what I planned. I wish I could tell you that there was a way I could help you.”

“Then again, I’m the one pushing your conscience back to reality, preventing your death. I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I think it’s through that chip. I thought I was never going to talk to you again, but what I realized was that I can only reach you in times of weakness. After all, you’re dying right now, so that’s why I can talk to you. After I died, you were weak from your emotions surrounding my death. But, here I am.”

“That man’s a government official, known for his astounding amber green eyes, which you noticed through his contacts while he goes along with when he has to leave the upper floor of the Town Hall. He has killer morals, as you undoubtedly just experienced.”

“I can’t tell you what’s happening right now, all I’m doing is holding your soul in your body for you. You can still die. Just like that, your life would be done just like mine.”

“I know you want answers about that chip. It’s real. Grandmother was the leader of an Alquerbridge rebel group that formed the chip that prevented mental control by the government. Those without the chip could be pulled up on a file and controlled. But you can only control a certain amount of people at once….the government officials aren’t all there by free will, you see….”

“This is forbidden in terms of the government, but I can’t help you, and i’m….”

“You’re alive, Crown, I can feel your soul beginning to fill your body again.”

“My time’s running out.”

“Good luck, you need it…”


“Sorry dear that he got a hold of you. He is a bit unpredictable sometimes, that man.”

Crown woke up coughing blood into a sink, clearly in a different room, but still in the medical sector. The white walls were like chalk, with that same pale color and crumbly look. But as she reached her hand out to touch it, it was strong and sturdy under her touch. But her depth perception had been lost, she noticed, for it felt like those walls were standing in the middle of the air, spinning.

‘Why can’t this whole thing be just an awful nightmare that I will just wake up from back at home? I would go give Earthen a big hug good morning and check on Mother….’

“Do you remember why you are here?”

Crown coughed up a little more blood, and went to touch her neck lightly, covered in fingerprint bruises.

“No,” she said, but she very well remembered.

‘I wonder if Earthen’s watching me right now…’

Crown turned to properly focus on the source of the voice that appeared to her side when she woke up. It seemingly was a mixed middle aged woman with sleek black hair tied into a neat ponytail and large sparkling brown eyes. She smiled, her teeth twinkling in the white light.

“I’m Cloud, a doctor here. Unfortunately, you’re not here for a great reason. You were just attacked by a man who is getting disciplined at the moment, and now I am required to perform the memory loss procedure to make you forget every memory of your dear sister Earthen, lost to suicide.”

Earthen’s words rung through her ears. The time was now.

“DON’T JUST SAY IT! WHISPER. THERE ARE CAMERAS, MICROPHONES……” a voice screamed in her skull, making Crown have to force herself not to jump in surprise.

“U-Um….” Crown tried to stand, and ended up falling on Cloud’s shoulder. Perfect.

“Can you still speak to Youth Lost?” She harshly whispered before coughing up more scarlet blood into the sink.

Her dark eyes stopped shining for a moment, her smile falling from her face like a raindrop from the sky, and she looked at Crown with understanding and sadness.

“That means she has spoken to you, hasn’t she…” She whispered softly, gripping a inflatable to measure blood pressure.

‘Cameras….they can watch her….they can hear her…..so she’s trying to look like she’s doing something’ Crown thought.

“Yes….she has, Cloud Daiy. I’m immune. I-“

“You have a chip, don’t you, dearest Hayze child…”

They exchanged a gaze, and stopped whispering for many moments.

“Now, to perform the procedure, I need you to come here to the back room. You’re going to be a tricky one, to get in your brain. I’m sorry, but this must be done.”

Normally, one would think that Cloud betrayed her, but she hadn’t. Crown detected a slight change in her tone, the slightest touch of a lie that was able to be detected.

Cloud took Crown’s small and weak hand and lead her to a room in the back of the medicine room.

Looking at her straight on, there was a mischievous sparkle in Cloud’s eyes.

“You have to go. Leave the Town Hall. Leave Alquerbridge. The remains of your people are just outside the border. I’ll help you, but there isn’t much time. Not many have been in your shoes, kid.”

Placing a very thin plastic bracelet on Crown’s hand, she whispered,

“They’ll scan you with that. Child, if you stay here, you will surely die. Your mother has the same job as me-to find survivors of our group and bring them to our camp. It’s going to be tough. I must stage your death within the room as a procedure malfunction, which is sadly common.”

She let go of her hand, and glared at her with so much hate that there may have been fire coming out of her eyes, even though the intense look was staged, then pushed her supposedly carelessly into a secluded and small room in the back, like a closet. She pulled out a medical bed, hooking her up to a heart monitor.

She stood up to leave, but then gave Crown her fiery gaze again, and hooked her up to a drug, which had the word “FAKE” written across it lightly in marker, which Cloud rubbed off as she hooked Crown up to it.

“Stay here.”


Didn’t think that was where it was going, did you?

Tell me what you think of this twist in the story in the comments if you like. Or just any feedback in general.

That’s all I have for you biscuits! I don’t know when i’ll post next, but yeah!

Have wonderful lives.

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Silhouette-Chapter Two.

WARNING: My story, Silhouette, contains sensitive material in relation to mental illness and suicide in a dystopian universe. Take this into account if you choose to proceed. The following may be triggering to some viewers.

*eyyyyyyyy look who it ’tis. You want something inspirational or deep or motivational or thought-provoking? is that why you read my posts? that makes sense since mainly all I write about is either about pickle fridges or deep stuff. CREATIVE WORKS WITH VICTORIA PART 3*


So, as said in my previous post, ‘poison’, here I am with the requested chapter two.

My life still isn’t interesting, I don’t know what you were expecting of me.

Here ya go!


Chapter Two: Dissipate


About four hours have passed. Well, that’s all Crown slept. Every moment, she tossed and turned, and she felt like something was missing. Something was cold. Something just wasn’t quite right. Something was off in the air of the house. She well understood that the dwindling fire that normally was burning in the hearth would be out by now, representing the chill in the air. But that just didn’t seem to be the origin-the air was too cold, almost as if a ghost was present in the eerie chill.

“Yes, mom?”

Crown’s mother storms into her bedroom, a look of distress on her face. Sweat is pressing the stray hairs from her dark brown tight bun to her forehead, and her skin is blotchy.


Crown blinks, and then it hits her.

Oh, no…

Crown stands up, immediately wide awake. She pulls her golden hair aside and her vision starts to blacken around the edges. Her palms begin to sweat, and her heartbeat thunders throughout her body.

Oh, god, no…

She sprints as fast as she can to Earthen’s room right across the hall from her’s, only to realize the bed is neatly made, her things unusually neat, the notebook gone.

Oh god, please. 

Crown runs her hands through her hair, and then runs to the window. It was open.

Oh my god. No. Please. This is a nightmare. Just another nightmare. Oh my god, please.

Crown looks down, and pushes her nails as hard as she can into her arm.

Please, wake up. Crown, please. Wake up. 

She removes her hands from her arm, and pulls down on her nightgown. She reaches her hand towards her nose, and closes it. If she can still breathe, this isn’t real.

But she can breathe.

Her vision shadows, and she falls backwards into one of Earthen’s many bookcases. It was filled with her books on nature books, yet also Utopian book series that she and Crown would share.

The shadows hold Crown tight, and a pulsating numbness resonates through her veins until she feels nothing. Not the slightest pinprick, not the slightest of sounds. The world goes empty, and then she’s standing still…

“Crown, it’s Earthen.”
“Please answer.”
“This is real.”
“Crown, please.”
“Crown, it’s me.”
“That’s fine, then. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me. But you won’t ever. Again. Your vision will be replaced to destroy any memories of me. You will get a new sister. They will allow me to dissipate and fade away from you forever. They don’t want me up here, Crown. It’s like i’m trapped between dimensions.”
“I met Winter, too. I met it before I came up here.”
“That’s okay, Crown. Really. But you need to forget about me. They will kill you if you remember. They’ll be watching you, Crown. Alquerbridge is a cruel, cruel place. Winter is worshiped for being cold, and that’s not right. They are going to try and hurt you. Don’t try to follow me. You can’t die, too.”


Crown’s mother, and Earthen’s past guardian, stood by the heath in the living room, holding her hands out. The fire flicked off one final spark, and then it was just a helpless lump of charred wood. It wasn’t providing any more warmth. Her mother’s eyes were completely blank, not the slightest bit of emotion in them like Crown had seen before she passed out.

“Crown, sweetie, go back to bed. Mommy can’t tuck you in tonight.”
She spoke softly, melodic like a song, like she was speaking to baby Crown again.


Crown’s mother finally awakened from her dazed state, and she threw the firestone into the dead fireplace, sparking the wood again, throwing shades of orange and gold around their faces.

“While you were asleep, they found her. Just a bunch of bones now.”

Crown whirled around to look out the window, which was closed. Nighttime had fallen, and all the nighttime festivities were quiet tonight. Winter was expected to be hostile, as it had just froze a citizen, so for the safety of those of Alquerbridge, everyone would remain indoors. Those of Town Hall would be up late tonight, deciding the aftermath of Earthen Hayze’s mysterious death.

In all of Alquerbridge’s history, this had only happened once, but not in the way of suicide.
Cave East was a young man, reaching the time of his Report, which was something citizens of 30 would receive. If you had a child, you would receive your Report early. It decided your dwelling and whatnot.

Cave East was known to his neighbors and peers to be quite a cheery gentleman, but quiet mostly. He kept to himself, but he would always go to the nighttime festivities. Something about the night was known to scare him, especially in Winter. He was quite odd, but nobody thought anything of it.

However, one time the night festivities were cancelled, and this caused Cave distress. This was the first time this happened. He didn’t want to be in his house as it scared him so, so then he went to the library.

Once at the library, he searched for something that would explain his odd fear of darkness and cold, as well as being completely alone in a time like this. He wanted something that would make him happy and enlightened, so he went to the Utopian section. There, Cave found an old withered book on a Utopian universe named Sydisse. However, this man had thought that the ancient happy lands of Sydisse were real, and that he could reach them.

The stories, illustrated by an anonymous author from hundreds of years back, explained the life of Patrik De’kan, a citizen of Sydisse. His adventures in the one book told the grand history of Sydisse, it’s customs, it’s traditions, it’s teachings. But one line stood out to young Cave East. “They say thou who try to venture through cold and dread may find ye teleportation device, that bring whom to ancient Sydisse.”

Cave East had thought that, if he ventured through Winter itself, he would find Sydisse, but he was very wrong. He travelled as long as his withered body would allow, but he eventually was murdered in his troubled rest. He was found just mere hours later.

Though this happened, Earthen’s was a first. It was supposedly suicide, a crime and not honorary death.

Nobody had committed suicide in Alquerbridge. They saw no reason to, for it would leave family and others distressed and distraught, as someone would have chosen to commit suicide. Some of the Town Hall members believed that suicide was a good way to rid of the weak subjects, but nobody was as weak. Simply nobody even thought to understand why.

Crown knew that what Earthen had spoken her was probably true. She had been unable to speak in the odd vision, but how she wanted to. She wished there was something, anything-even a spell to bring Earthen back to life. But had she chosen to end her own life, that wasn’t possible, even by the most efficient healers who would be able to cure disease and whatnot. Once a healer managed to save a drowned citizen, but those were simply rumors, tales.

She knew Earthen’s frozen remains would be disposed almost immediately. Crown and her mother would see it only once more, and watch as it would be swallowed in a billowing bonfire.

She saw a simple glance of the body the one time she looked out the window.
Her hair was stick straight, in strings. Her skin was icy pale, and her frosty blue eyes were closed, of course. Crown watched helplessly as they approached the household.

“Crown and Dove Hayze?”

A young, burly man with thick, dark hair watched expectedly as Crown’s mother walked miserably to the creaky wooden door, and the man almost simply tossed Earthen into her slouched arms.

“4.5 minutes. Then we will perform the usual loss of memory procedure-it will only endure a walk to the Town Hall, and from there you shall be assisted to a room to remove your memories of Earthen.”

Crown had heard of the procedure only. It was supposedly only performed when loved ones die not honorably. One of their neighbors, Crown thought her name was Flower Chance, had passed, and her daughter who lived in the house had to have her memory of her mother removed. The daughter, River Chance, was never around anymore. She stopped playing. She knew something/someone messed with her head, but she couldn’t place a finger on what. She just tried to fend for herself now.

Regardless, Crown was dead terrified. She glanced up at her mother, whose eyes were downcast, and she only nodded.

The door closed, leaving Crown and her mother with the unresponsive body. Her mother just merely glanced down at her dead daughter, and she then walked away into her room down the hall, closing the door gently.

Crown stared at it, and as much as she didn’t want to look at it, she had to.

Then she felt something. A tingling, something trying to get into her consciousness.

“Crown, it’s okay. You’re immune to the procedures. But pretend like you had no idea I ever existed…if you even hint at it, well…they’re going to kill you. I only said what I did if you heard me in that nightmare because I wanted to try and get your attention and see if you would respond to me.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m scared Crown, but you’re likely more scared than me. This is the last time we will ever speak.”

“Crown, I never got to say this to you when I was alive, but goodbye…”

Crown felt Earthen hesitate briefly, and she already felt her sister fading from her consciousness.

“Crown, the doctor’s name will be Cloud Daiy. Her brother committed suicide, too. But nobody knows, because Alquerbridge will do anything to prevent anyone from thinking badly about this city. When Cloud will start to try the procedure on you, you must ask her if she can still speak to Youth Lost. She’s immune. She will know. Don’t let them inside.”

And with that, Earthen dissipated completely, and the burly man came back.

“Time to go.”

So, that’s the next chapter!

Unless I pick up writing this story again, then there probably won’t be another chapter for a while. Let me know if you want me to get off my lazy behind and write Chapter Three!


Have wonderful lives, biscuits, and feel free to comment some feedback.


*should I be concerned about how my mind functions with these ideas? Haha, you tell me*


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Also, I’ve been on here for a little over 2 months!

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Silhouette-Chapter One.

WARNING: My story, Silhouette, contains sensitive material in relation to mental illness and suicide in a dystopian universe. Take this into account if you choose to proceed. The following may be triggering to some viewers.


So my life’s been very uninteresting recently and i’m procrastinating on a very long schoolwork packet. That being said, that’s why i’m posting chapter one of a story that I wrote 4 months ago. I am very proud of what I have (only two chapters at the moment, but STILL). Make sure you have read the obnoxious bold warning at the beginning. This story is not happy. But, do let me know if you want chapter two!


Chapter One: Nightmare

She was once a kid, like us all. She smiled, too. She used to dance in her backyard for hours on end. She used to pretend she was protecting the fairies as she slashed bubbles. She used to want to fly, just to see the world. She used to be happy. She used to laugh.

All the sudden, she wasn’t so cheerful and nonchalant. She became more aware as she noticed her surroundings. With that, she didn’t just realize the things that made her happy. She realized the things that made her scared.

All of the sudden, she was sad. She felt misunderstood, and no matter how many times she’d try to tell it, it would say she didn’t know what she was talking about. ‘Maybe I overreact’ she wrote once, scribbled into a worn out leather journal that she kept at her house. ‘Maybe it’s right.’ 

To her, she had lost her need to live. She wasn’t needed nor loved, so why stay?

Many years later, she’d realize the warnings the fireflies sent to her. Many years later, she’d be long gone; just another name in the endless list.

Many years later, she would realize how much she meant to those surrounding her. But her chance was gone now.

She was gone but never forgotten. She never left her sister’s side, for she always stayed in her nightmares.

“Earthen, come out to play! We can build a snowman out here!”

Crown Hayze’s golden hair cascaded down halfway to her waist, and her hazel eyes shimmered in the falling snow. As she looked for pale-skinned, light-blue eyed sister, though, she realized that the house was completely quiet.

That wasn’t normal. Earthen was always there. She was home-schooled, just like Crown was. Earthen was always with Crown, except for now.

It was then that she realized Earthen’s window was wide open.

Curious but also concerned, Crown wandered into Earthen’s room. Things were unusually neat. Earthen’s things, like her worn leather notebook, were always strewn about, and her desk sitting right by the window would be covered with Polaroids and notes. Today, however, there was nothing. Everything was organized. The only thing that was gone was the notepad.
She must be just out in the living room with Mother, Crown thought, so she traveled down the winding corner to the room in the middle of the house, where a fire danced somewhat gracefully in the brick hearth.

Where Mother lay, however, with a book on vegetation in her lap, her hand holding down the page as the silky pink ribbon bookmark had fallen into the fire, Earthen was nowhere to be seen. Her notepad wasn’t on the side table, where she would normally sit and draw.

Getting more scared and concerned, Crown went back to Earthen’s room. Then she noticed a single page of the notebook, flapping in the wind. It was only held down by the very corner of a pocket mirror. It looked like it was intentionally put there to be blown off in the welcoming Winter breeze.
So, Crown went by and took the piece of paper carefully in her hands. This was not a drawing, she realized abruptly. These were words. Messy words, scrawled over the page as if the drawer didn’t care where each word went. The pencil lines were dark and shaky, and little dots where snowflakes must have fallen had formed no particular pattern on the page.

Crown knew that Earthen had always hated Winter. It felt too cold, despite the fact that’s not what the history of Alquerbridge, Alaska mean’t for it to be like. In Alquerbridge, Winter was the welcoming season. Fire was the symbol of the lone Alaskan city. It was left alone by the rest of the world, leaving the government of the Alquerbridge district to their own device. Fire was supposed to represent warmth of the heart, yet danger and warning. Dancing in the frequent snow was always encouraged, though. Alquerbridge kids always grew up a bit more independent, warm, but straightforward. It was law that each dwelling had to have a blazing hearth in the Winter, and sometimes in Autumn and early Spring too. Big bonfires were held to celebrate Winter coming, and parties were held before Alquerbridge citizens had to prepare to harvest the few vegetation they had there.

Earthen was different. She always thought Winter was too cold and too unforgiving. Each section of dwellings had a limit for how far you could go from your dwelling. Surrounding the little city, there was sprawling woods. Only one person had been known to have ventured a little bit too far out into the woods, and was supposedly killed by Winter for disrespecting it.
Earthen had gone just a little quiet over the past few weeks, and always insisted to wear gloves to cover her hands. Crown had her own duties though, but now she was properly concerned.

Then she saw Earthen-empty and hollow. Gone.

“Forgive me Crown, please. I didn’t know any better, I swear!”
Earthen appeared, but it wasn’t Earthen. It was like a shadow of her, where she had been. It scared Crown.

“Earthen? What’s up with you?”

Earthen began to weep, and ran to a nearby tree to climb up, away from the snow.

“I’m so sorry, Crown! I’m so sorry I did this! I’m so sorry!”

Her tears fell down to the ground below.
Still weeping, she threw off her signature grey gloves to reveal dozens and dozens of scars.

Crown stopped, her breath catching. “Earthen…?”
She still was weeping, and she was only weeping more and more. Her sobbing burst into rain, and the rain fell over the snow, falling onto Crown’s skin. It didn’t fall onto Earthen’s. She was
untouchable, like a ghost.

But then she stopped, and the rain did, too. It was dark. She fell off the tree, and looked up at Crown, her face somehow serene.

“I ran, Crown. I ran and ran until my legs couldn’t run anymore. I ran until Winter saw me. I ran until I thought I was safe.”
The tears started to come again, stinging her cheeks.

“But I was never safe, Crown! I was never safe! Nobody understood that! I tried to tell Winter, oh and how I tried Crown! I don’t praise it-it never helped me!”
She choked on her tears, allowing herself to fall into the now falling faster snow.

“So I ran until Winter finally gave me the one thing I ever wanted.”
Then she stopped talking, stopped crying, stopped moving. She sunk into the snow until Crown couldn’t see her anymore.

Soon, Crown was crying like Earthen.

She saw her only once more as she cried and cried. But she was just a wisp of air. She was empty.

She was gone.

WOW. I forgot how depressing this actually was, but hopefully ya like. Again, if you want chapter two, “Dissipate”, just comment.

Have wonderful lives, biscuits.


(signing off at 1,279 words)