06-30-2018, 08:36 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
paper's words didn't reach her, as she was so focused on breathing now that she didn't even realize he was there until she felt his touch. she let in a sharp breath from the sudden feeling, pain arising. but, she held onto the pain. it let her know that she was still alive. she heard him call out for help, his voice feeling distant. she felt unconsciousness begin to tug at her again. it was hard to fight back. it was really hard. she felt her eyes begin to slowly close, the feeling starting to escape her once again. she was fighting, but she was losing. the adrenaline that had helped her come back evaporated completely and exhaustion overwhelmed her.
the fact that she was close to death was not a secret if you were to look at her. her eyes dilated and struggled to keep open. her muscles seemed to want to relax, but she fought against it. her breathing struggled between rapid and slow. but, her stubbornness kept her fighting, even if she may not last much longer without immediate help. the muffled sound of her brother's voice only helped strengthen in the fight. she felt bad - he had seen her injured not too long ago and had been quite worried. she wished she didn't worry him. she struggled to move her head to face him, her breathing becoming harsh again. he asked what happened, but she wasn't sure she could explain. and then he started calling himself useless. no, no, no. he's wrong. she loved him. he helped her just by being here. she wanted to scream it but, she couldn't.
"n...bl-blue..." she croaked weakly, struggling to even get it out. her throat was dry, after being out in the ocean for so long. she could ask for water, but she wasn't sure if she had time. she wasn't sure if it would help in the end anyway. she wanted to say her goodbyes, just in case, but she would feel so bad doing that to blue alone. he shouldn't have to carry that. "is okay...l-love...you..." she tried to reassure, though she could not reach the tone she desired. "th-tha-an-k you..." she directed this statement to both paper and blue. she hoped that would be enough for now. she let herself close her eyes for a moment, breathing in even harsher as she forced herself to stay awake. she still had things to say, but it was growing more and more difficult.
the fact that she was close to death was not a secret if you were to look at her. her eyes dilated and struggled to keep open. her muscles seemed to want to relax, but she fought against it. her breathing struggled between rapid and slow. but, her stubbornness kept her fighting, even if she may not last much longer without immediate help. the muffled sound of her brother's voice only helped strengthen in the fight. she felt bad - he had seen her injured not too long ago and had been quite worried. she wished she didn't worry him. she struggled to move her head to face him, her breathing becoming harsh again. he asked what happened, but she wasn't sure she could explain. and then he started calling himself useless. no, no, no. he's wrong. she loved him. he helped her just by being here. she wanted to scream it but, she couldn't.
"n...bl-blue..." she croaked weakly, struggling to even get it out. her throat was dry, after being out in the ocean for so long. she could ask for water, but she wasn't sure if she had time. she wasn't sure if it would help in the end anyway. she wanted to say her goodbyes, just in case, but she would feel so bad doing that to blue alone. he shouldn't have to carry that. "is okay...l-love...you..." she tried to reassure, though she could not reach the tone she desired. "th-tha-an-k you..." she directed this statement to both paper and blue. she hoped that would be enough for now. she let herself close her eyes for a moment, breathing in even harsher as she forced herself to stay awake. she still had things to say, but it was growing more and more difficult.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.