Freedom cannot be bestowed — it must be achieved.
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I pretend I don’t notice the heavy stares of the children surrounding us.
Helping Yohan lean back against the wall, I lift his shirt up. My heart was no longer hammering against my chest. Oddly, there was some sense of calm within me. He was still breathing, but barely. His face and lips pale and white. My breath hitches as I see the bloody wound by his stomach. Immediately, I bring his shirt down again. My vision blurs, but like everything else for the past few minutes, I’ve ignored it. Sniffing, I angrily tear a bit of cloth from the black cloak that I had covered in my body. Lifting him gently, I tie it around his torso. I tie it as tight as I could to apply pressure. I can’t have him loosing too much blood.
✾ Colorful tents of different colors and sizes could be seen from a distance. When I squint my eyes, they looked like a poorly drawn painting that was sold at a discounted price. The colors didn’t match with another, nor did it blend greatly. To be honest, it looked like a mix and match of hues that made everything look confusing. I didn’t even have to ask the little boy if that’s the place we were going to because the moment he saw it, he turned around with a grin on his face. He points towards it, cheerily.&nbs
We may add that it is not an act of justice but of foolish injustice to pretend the sexes are the same.✾ I stared dumbfounded at the teenage boy in front of me. Despite looking much like nobility and nothing like the disrespectful brat my brain was making him out to be, his eyes were more inclined on the latter. It was icy and full of unhidden anger and annoyance that I for sure thought that I would freeze on the spot and no one could e
Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.✾ Strong dark brown eyes stare straight at me. Months have passed since I last saw her, and yet she looked exactly the same. Could it be possible for a person to look like how they usually do but feel like an entirely new person? If so, that’s what’s happening now. Her hair was still black, still thick and curly. Her mole is most definitely still under her right eye. Her skin still looks like that golden hue that everyone is jealous of. It was still her, albeit she looked like she hasn&rsqu
Silence isn't always an agreement.✾ He could never recall if there ever was a time where he was truly at peace. Recently, that’s all he ever was. With her. Especially with her. She was his, and he was more than grateful. Despite what he had gone through, it was a nice thing to know that everything was not put into waste. For so long, he could
The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance.✾ Auster placed the tray in the middle of the table. Without looking at either of us, he drops and seats himself on one of the stools. Picking a piece of bread, he bites into it and grumbles lowly. I picked up ‘woman’ a
History is written by the victors.✾ “They sold you to an underground fighting ring?” “Not really but…” “And the bosses were fellow consorts?”
The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.✾ The bones in my lap felt like they were rocks. Staring blanky at it, I felt Yohan’s hand squeezing my shoulders. My
A part of loving people sometimes is that there are some things you have to give up.✾ The little boy who looked all too familiar stared back at me. The same doe brown eyes that had asked if I needed some help back in Azure made goosebumps run up my arms. Eleanor didn’t need to turn around for her to know who spoke. She didn’t need to speak for th