Drabble.
Your eyes widen as you've seen the world like a snow globe,
fall from your hands. Slowly colliding onto the ground,
I look at the side of your face, pain held back on your face,
tightened pursed lips. I reached for your hand, linked hands
like chains on your wrists, holding you back when you wanted
to be free from all the pain, surrounding you. Your arms went
limp, the only feeling I could share with you, was the friction
between our hands. Creating fire, that would only soon hurt
the both of us. But I held your hand anyway, continued to be
there. Even if it'll kill me towards the end, I would turn my
eyes downwards, to your broken world on the ground. Pieces,
and shards of glass stood still on the floor. You fingers felt cold,
against mine; a feeling that was always heated as we kept body
contact. I had to go, letting go of your hand. I turned to the per-
son who look entirely the same as me, as if we were mirrors.
"Goodbye," I whispered;
to the girl who I used to know, held back by chains on her wrists,
held back by her own fears with their very own spears.
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