The Sunspire the world forgetting, by the world forgot

 

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the girl climbed silently and hopefully undetected up the tallest pier she could find in the sunspire.  the night was chilly and cloudless; stars shone bright and vivid against the dark skin of the night sky.  it was beautiful.  and it hurt.

oh, did it hurt.  it was a grief that had settled comfortably in her chest only to stir black and ugly as tindome settled in the vale next door.

she kept her nose drawn to the sky, seeking out artemis.  seeking out superfun coconut.  she had no intention of coming home.  a striking plume of breath escapes from her lips, hitching and strained.

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...a girl washes up on shore with no identity of her own. she falls in love with a prince of moonbeam and starkisses and their love is fleeting and childish for they are children.  she builds her life around him.

autumn turns.

there is a side of her prince that is so dark and cruel that even the sun cannot burn on it; she is sent tumbling and cold as winter passes.

a girl.  a girl with fur as inkdark as the hurt that strikes through her chest reaches out a and caresses her shattered body with care.

she tends to the broken heart with tentative hands and as soon as it starts to open, she disappears...

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it hurts.  it hurts.  it hurts.  it's the only emotion coursing through her as she steps stiff and sure towards the ledge.  soon, it would hurt no more.

 

 

@Olive and perhaps @Forrest