New Story SOOOOOOOOO Close to Being Done · 12:25am Jun 17th, 2017
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It is hard hard hard to write a story from the point of view of an enchanted necklace.
I was rendered mute by my own doing, halting the incessant barrage of thought and memory through the mind of my Trixie, surely now to be nearly spent. I had enchanted myself with my own memories, and did not notice that the body, now ours, laid on the wooden floor in a crumpled heap, like casually discarded clothing. Perhaps, it had been too much, after all, only the strongest mortals can bear the torment and envy of the ages sewn into their very being by fate and her seamstress.
We had been melded together by emotion and mere moments of kinds most severe, but she was there. She had not left! Not yet.
Breath was there, sweet breath, it was there in our lungs. In and out, out and in, yes, yes! The pleasing rhythm that filled my senses with the unbearably beautiful smell of stale, damp air. The rain had grown stronger. The roof groaned weakly in protest, as water trickled in to pool in certain spots of the aged oak floor. The candles had long ago been extinguished, but the room remained illuminated, courtesy of our eyes. You know, the beautiful ones.
The ones that glowed bright with the red, red, light.
