Glassy: A Fictional Narrative

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A long breath leaves pale, cracked lips. Glassy grey eyes look longingly into the night sky. Dark hair splayed out beneath her in the crimson liquid that was soaking into the ground. A long gash from her shoulder to her ear. "Shit...." she mumbled, tears gathering behind her lashes. "Shit, I'm so sorry..." Her mind was going a mile a minute, ears still ringing from the impact. Finally it stopped on one person, a dark haired girl of the same age, staring at her with a sad look. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, weaker this time. "You were my purpose..." She said quietly. Her eyes blinked slowly as to accommodate the black spots dancing across her vision. As soon as that girl had left, she stopped counting the pills she took, stopped looking both ways before crossing the road. Because she had no will anymore, no joy. And now, no life left in her body. The lights of an ambulance were approaching fast, …show more content…

"I don't care, you always look good to me, so your argument in invalid." Jupiter said, voice taking a turn for a more 'matter of fact' tone. Naomi stared at her blankly for a moment, before her bangs fell into her eyes and they both laughed. Untangling herself from the mess of limbs Jupiter stood and smiled down at Naomi. "I'm going to make coffee, want some milk tea?" She said. Naomi looked up at her, a face of contemplation over her soft features. And as a small smile grew on her mouth she nodded in affirmation. "That'd be nice, thanks babe," she paused, "I'll be down in a moment to help with breakfast, okay?" Jupiter turned to the other, her eyes sparkling, "Sure," she said, moving to tie her hair into a bun. Walking around to Naomi's side of the bed she leaned over, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Hurry up." She said, grinning as she left the room with a slight skip in her

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