March 26, 2007

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  have you ever loved anyone so much it hurt? really bizarre feeling.

   

   

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  Look at me! she screamed at him. Why don't you ever look at me? Around her the city lights sparkled and whirled, sweeping in drunken arcs - the riotous dance of rebellious stars. The look in her eye was crazed, bloodshot, empty, desperate. He barely recognized her, down to the perfectly manicured hands now sticky with spots of spilt drink clutching at his vest like the anchor of a windblown ship, mooring against something, anything. With one arm he steadied her and with the other he opened the car door, but as she was stumbling in she still did not let go of his vest, so that he, in the interest of preserving Versace's glorious stiching, stumbled into the backseat after her.

  The car door slammed, and suddenly the city was gone, muffled, blocked out of temporal existence. Voices that seemed years away bounced like muted rain off of the windows, barely human. In the newfound silence there were only two sounds, her panting heaves and the thunder of his own heartbeat. She looked up at him in a moment of lucidity with her wide, red-rimmed eyes, perfect mascara smeared ever so slightly as if a small bird and tread on the corners, on the razor edge between unconsciousness and tears. His lips closed over hers, and she drowned.

   

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