HimHe was so beautiful and perfect. Whenever I messed up he would forgive me and tell me that no matter what, he loved me. When I looked up into his eyes, his gaze was so kind and his grin was warm and my breath caught. I loved how he would avert his eyes and bite his lip nervously when he wasn't sure what the right choice was. and how his shoulders were so strong when he knew it was. How when he read, he occupied so much space on the chair but still left me a little nook in his arm that I could curl up in, making sure that he didn't block the light so I could read with him. How he whispered in his sleep and mumbled under his breath. I loved how
RainingThey kiss my face, as I blink up into the grey shroud. They silvery pearls trickle down my face, flood my eyes, dampen my hair. I can feel the energy flowing up through the wet stone into my feet, giving me life. My tears joined with them, making the water almost crystalline and pure.I have a condition like no other. That's what I've found out as I live in this emerald green and sapphire blue planet. Air would not matter, does not matter to me, for I do not need to breathe. Food, my stomach is always craving and satisfied by one, and only one, thing.Rain.I feel rejuvenated. My body gaining strength back. I'm all alone in the structu
AtlasPROLOGUE:I sighed, a long shaky sigh as I looked back over my shoulder. It was over. It was finally over.But I didn't want it to be.I had only just realized how much I needed him when he had lost hope in a drain leading to only sad sad things. It's true that you miss things when it was too late and they had vanished- dissolving in your palm and scattering in the cold, harsh wind.Losing him was losing my life source, and now more than ever, when a huge burden had been dug into me, I needed to be alive. I needed someone who always watched my back, gave me strength when I fell, filled me with determination down to my marrow until the ver
SkyFellThe air hit my face and I almost lost my grip on the leather reins. Even though they were smooth and the leather was fit to my hands in a way that only happened with experience it still didn't help with big gusts."Woah there Vina, the air's coming from above." When I was steady I ran my hand along her moss green scales and when she purred it rattled my bones. Her wings pumped underneath me, steady and strong.At the age 14 all the Nebomačka were brought down to the hidden cave. Hidden as in a slight opening in the uniform gray cliffs that rose and plummeted all over my world. Many youngsters miss it the first time they go looking for
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