Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Nov 18, 2013 13:18:40 GMT -5
I sleep fine. There isn't anything hideous in the mirror when I look. It's the same me. The same black hair. The only thing that's changed over the years is the length. It was bowl shaped when I met Sylvan. The streak of red isn't even really new, it just shows what was going to happen anyway. The same hands, same dark brown eyes. Same me. I've heard tell that each life you take scrapes away at you. That's bullshit. Only three things have ever scraped away at me. I sleep soundly. And when I wake, he's there.
*Tossing down the quill, she takes the parchment and rips it into a hundred tiny pieces before depositing them into the trash.*
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