Wet Cheeks

Tap, tap, tap, tap
among the tapping a noise was heard. The tapping was strong but the noise was the sort of noise that even if almost deadly silent could be heard over armies.
tap, tap, tap, tap
the constant rhythm was the only thing that kept him moving, kept him walking through the world that he could no longer recognize. and slowly that cold, drenching rain hit his cheeks. He stepped in no puddles and the ground below was dry but still it rained on his face. And now the noise could be heard. The despair. The racking sobs that could be heard over atomic bombs. But still he moved on. His chest heaved with the effort of breathing and crying at the same time, trying to maintain the constant pace of the walk and the struggle to stay upright.
The rain kept falling and the tap kept sounding. Right in front of him like it was guiding him somewhere. The crowd milled around. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
tap, tap, tap, tap

the crowd parted and the brown haired man looked up to the clear sky, and his glasses fell down from white cloudy eyes, soaked by the rain…

Wet Cheeks

Aryanna Aetha

Joined February 2010

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I’ve managed to get myself in an amazingly creative mood for this last couple of days and this came to my while sitting here sick of the world and the way it works…

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