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A story from Wonderland Overdrive
planning & presented by MadHatter - all rights reserved
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~ Thanks to Sarah who betaread this :)
«Stranger can you forgive me
If it sounds like I know you too well
It's just that you
Have been like water when I was feeling so thirsty
Oh and now, I think of you though you don't know
The reason why I love you so
But nevermind
'cause you made me it all good to me yeah
You made it all right
You made it all good for me yeah
You made it just fine…
Yet I know it'd be too much for your love
It'd be sad to wait for anything your anything…
So I sing.
I sing the words that I would say to you
I sing the time that I would spend with you with you…
'cause you made me it all good to me yeah…»
Elisa, "Stranger"
Time for a cigarette.
The whispering from the office behind my back, watching the big, endless sky outside the window. The breeze is on my face, warm. Is this my home?
People are still talking, but I don't hear them… the sky is so big and orange, so beautiful. I wish I could fade in it, close my eyes, and rest for a little while. Just the time it takes for a cigarette, nothing more.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for the moment in which a voice will call my name, above all the other voices… then, and only then, I'll open my eyes, like I did with my heart long ago, and I'll fix them into his. Grey, beautiful eyes, which turn a deep shade of light blue when he's pleased with something. People say his eyes are cold… I think they've never watched them carefully.
The breeze, again, it ruffles the hair on my forehead. It's nice to stay here, in front of this sky, with nothing on my mind… nothing but him, of course, but there's no way to get him out of my head.
I have no past. I was born again when I turned 20, what there was before is nothing. Only three years of life, such a short time…
Maybe it's useless to live that way. The world is made of me, him, and other people. I don't care about them, or… well, at least not most of them. They ask me about other…
things I don't wanna remember. I have a name, why do they keep on mistaking me for someone else?
I don't wanna listen.
He's never called me anything but my name. He's never asked me about my past. He doesn't care about it… so why should people care?
I sigh. The smoke fades up in the air, slow circles in the orange of the sunset.
And now I hope that my wish's not too weak
I hope that my will is enough, enough…
Oh and now, I think of you though you don't know
The reason why I love you so… but nevermind…
It's just that. I'm happy just the same. Just to have you in my life…
The last thread of smoke rises in the air. I snub out my cigarette. One second… two…
His voice, so deep, resounds above the others.
"Two? Where are you? There's some work to finish…."
I turn my back, with a smile. "I'm coming, Boss"
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