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What About the Breath..What About the Breath you Used to Steal? By Hincaru
Train's eyes shot opened and he sat up out of a deep sleep. He thought he had fallen asleep in the car but when he opened his eyes he was sitting on top of a roof in the middle of the city. It seemed strangely familiar. His eyes naturally moved to the roof top across from the one he was sitting on, and that is when he realized where he was.
It was the rooftops that he and Saya used to meet at.
The very first time they ever met.
"What are you starring at silly?" a voice asked from behind him.
Train looked behind him quickly to find Saya sitting there. His head had been laying in her lap.
Sound of Snow FallingSound of Snow Falling by Hincaru
"Can I have some milk?" Saya asked with a bright smile on her face.
I don't know why she bothers asking, she'll take it no matter what I say. And wouldn't you know it.. she's already drinking it. Something about this doesn't seem right. What's wrong with this picture..?
"What's wrong Train? You're all frowny!" She bent down and smiled in my face.
Now I remember... this can't be happening.. you're dead. I saw you laying in that ally, bleeding. I saw you breathe your last breath. Am I dreaming... or was that a dream. A terrible dream.
"Oh.. I see." Saya smiled, but her eyes looked so sad.
Then I felt reall
Playing the Hero: Chapter One
Chapter One - The Missing Cat
"Do you think that we will ever see Train again?" said Eve, staring absently at the dashboard. Sven looked at her questioningly. "I never got to thank him for saving my life."
"Don't worry, Eve, I'm sure old Train will come around sooner or later," said Sven, grinning at her. "After all, a free stray cat always needs a doorstep to curl up on."
Eve sighed, remembering these words as she stood outside the front gate of her school, waiting for Sven to come and pick her up. If his words from four months ago had been true, then hopefully Train would come around soon.
True, he was annoying and devoured every bit of
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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