YEAR: 2041
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YEAR: 2042
YEAR: 2042
Post by MARISOL NAVARRO on Mar 10, 2020 23:11:52 GMT -5
I want you off my mind
and on me. holding me closer
than we've ever been before.
and on me. holding me closer
than we've ever been before.
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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Time had always been a cruel mistress. She granted you things like love and joy, but after a period always took them away leaving you to be tortured by memories which were barely shadows of what came before. Of course, Mari had an abnormally longer life than most. Her eyes glanced around the club. All she could see was youth and its vibrant energy. A part of her longed to once again be so innocent and oblivious of what was to come. Though, that was a fool's errand, and Marisol Navarro was no fool.
She lifted her glass to her lips, taking a sip of her drink. As she pulled it away, she nursed the glass in her hand as her thoughts continued to occupy her attention. She had known this sensation before. It was akin to lonlieness, but not quite. She could still laugh and have a good time, but it still felt... empty. By now, one would think she knew the secret to feeling alive.
At that moment, someone bumped her hand and toppled her drink directly into her lap. And as quickly as her assailant had appeared, they had disappeared. Her eyes searched the immediate crowd, but everyone seemed to be enchanted by the music and enamored by their companions. She held up her hands and looked down to inspect the stain on her dress. In this light, for most, it was difficult to detect given that she was wearing black. However, to her it was glaringly obvious. Her eyes were then distracted by someone handing her a napkin, clearly having witnessed her spill. Reaching out, she took it and began to dab it in the areas to collect the excess liquid. "Thank you," she finally said to her Samaritan.
She lifted her glass to her lips, taking a sip of her drink. As she pulled it away, she nursed the glass in her hand as her thoughts continued to occupy her attention. She had known this sensation before. It was akin to lonlieness, but not quite. She could still laugh and have a good time, but it still felt... empty. By now, one would think she knew the secret to feeling alive.
At that moment, someone bumped her hand and toppled her drink directly into her lap. And as quickly as her assailant had appeared, they had disappeared. Her eyes searched the immediate crowd, but everyone seemed to be enchanted by the music and enamored by their companions. She held up her hands and looked down to inspect the stain on her dress. In this light, for most, it was difficult to detect given that she was wearing black. However, to her it was glaringly obvious. Her eyes were then distracted by someone handing her a napkin, clearly having witnessed her spill. Reaching out, she took it and began to dab it in the areas to collect the excess liquid. "Thank you," she finally said to her Samaritan.
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