Iskra
Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again
just to get built back up again
Success is a thrill that spiral through him when she goes sliding down onto the ground, giving him the necessary hold up to consume some of the gap between them. It's difficult to keep up a swift pace as a bout of laughter argues for use of his breath. The sight of her falling down had been enough, but to see her crawling like a child playing at horse sends him. He soon sees why though, as she scrabbles for another barrier, where he's at risk of losing her to some other ploy he's sure.
"No you don't!" he cries out, his pursuit unyielding as he eats up the distance amid a spray of snow. He avoids the icy patch, flinging himself over the snowy barrier in his urgency to not lose track of her. His jackets tug and whine with fabric jostling as he thuds into the ground behind the barrier. He breathes for a second, blinking against the splash of white, but immediately he starts twisting back behind him where she's sure to be tucked up close to the base of the bunker.
"No you don't!" he cries out, his pursuit unyielding as he eats up the distance amid a spray of snow. He avoids the icy patch, flinging himself over the snowy barrier in his urgency to not lose track of her. His jackets tug and whine with fabric jostling as he thuds into the ground behind the barrier. He breathes for a second, blinking against the splash of white, but immediately he starts twisting back behind him where she's sure to be tucked up close to the base of the bunker.
I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment
fake sentiment
