little glowing friend
03-08-2017, 10:13 PM
She moves with an easy step, a high step. There's a grace to it. There's something about the way she carries herself. Though Salem is small, she is electric. Seeming to float as she moves, a ghost just above the ground. An athlete, but a tired one. She has been tired for so long, but there was so much longer to go. It's hard to know what to do in a situation like this. It's hard to think of what will happen when everything you've known... goes away. Everything had gone away, and Salem was cold from the inside. Cold on the inside, warm on the outside, she finds the edge of the cliff. A ghost as summer dusk falls, fireflies dipping and dancing around her head. Salem's fluffy tail wags as she takes a seat, staring out over the ocean. Though the sun sets quietly behind her, the sky bleeding reds and purples, inky and beautiful. She contemplates jumping to the water below, not like it would kill her. Salem was a good swimmer. It had gotten her safe, so she would rely on that. The ghost relied only on herself. That was all she had. salem my name is blue canary |
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