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Screaming Silence



Every time she touched his skin, a shiver ran down his spine and he felt cold and happy at the same time. The adrenaline rush and the happiness of the moment made everything more vibrant. Everything was perfect, perhaps more than it seems. Life was on a high.
His life revolved around her and her's around his. They were the perfect couple everyone longed for and everything was like a daydream.
They battered through every storm together and every time, the world tried to push them apart they came closer, more and more until their worlds collide into one.
But, amidst the happiness they didn't even realise that sadness was hiding in the dark corner waiting to pounce upon.
He never realised how catastrophically it would change his life, perhaps tear him apart and make him a living corpse.
The demons robbed him of all his emotions and he was left in the oblivion cold and naked with silence screaming through the darkness.
His cries were muffled by the scream of silence and he found himself lost in the void of emotion where every end was a dead end, and there was no way out.
In the distance he could hear her laughter floating round but his frantic searches were all in vain. He was desperate to cling to the memories of his past, each and everything was evaporating and was fading into eternity.

He could see her bike falling down the hill and her body was tumbling down twisting and turning at every hit and there at the bottom of the hill, she laid in peace with out the worry of waking up ever again. Her eyes closed and her lips curved into a smile, as if it was one of the games she played with him every morning.
He looked at her mixed with emotions waiting for her to wake up again, and run her fingers down his spine. But deep down somewhere he knew she had already broken her promise and set herself free.
1..2..3...4, he started counting his breaths and wondering which one would be his last...

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