to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
Another small smile wrapped around her features, inclining slightly into the lightest of smirks. “Maybe.” Who knew what would occur, what would happen – too many things left to chance, even in their furrows and funnels of determination. For now, they had enough things to do, to accomplish, to strive and ride out the blistering storm. “Sure. I think everything will turn out all right, Oliver. Really.” The potential circumstances otherwise would’ve made her shudder; but she had notions, paths, goals to accomplish, and wouldn’t leave them to settle into ashes, into bones, into dust. “Good luck.”
Then she turned, traversing down another path, another line; incapable of giving up or giving in.
{FIN}
Then she turned, traversing down another path, another line; incapable of giving up or giving in.
{FIN}
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
