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Gaia is being lame, and won't let me send my reply to deer, my dear Sue, she she is here.
Christine shook her head, wishing to stop the dark songs from all they had gained entrance.
�All of such heartrending things�� The girl murmured. Despite promising herself to remain cheerful and bright, she found the darkness around her no help, and with a great surge of pity for the man who lived in it constantly, she approached the piano with timid steps. Fleetingly, she considered requesting a song, but she knew not the way her angel might twist it. Laying her delicate fingers over the keys silently, as if to still them from any more troubling melodies, Christine shook her head.
�Perhaps�perhaps you could show me about?� She suggested lightly.
�Then�we can work on singing afterwards.� Christine was being as cheerful she could. But her head still hurt from the hair that had been viciously pulled from it, and her wrists were sore from his skeletal grasp.
((Haha, I love you Sue. I just read the comment on my profile. I left you one of my own ^.^))
 huyana · Sun Nov 13, 2005 @ 06:02am · 0 Comments |
