stars cry, too [o]

[sybil gatsby]

Cinnamon swinging in his left hand, he made his way past the line of trees, and descended into the darkness. Even midday light was suffocated beneath the trees, and Sybil grinned; they had begun to whisper, softly, but still they spoke. Welcoming him back, into his own little sanctuary again, he always loved the dark though feared it as well; though not everything his mind projected into it… But that was okay, for right now he was… Okay. Yeah, he was okay, right?

Leaves crunched beneath his feet, that little stuffed bear still swinging by his side; people were always so curious, yet few dared to ask, but that was fine, Sybil would prefer not to tell them anyway. The trees continued to sway, casting shadows before his feet, guiding him as usual. The shadows were always his friends, they watched out for him, protected him, Cinnamon too. He was a bit quiet today, Sybil glanced down at the stuffed bear, curious as to why, he’d been lonely today with no one to talk to.

A familiar area came into view, a small pile of broken trunks and branches, an obscure ray of light falling upon the middle. Maybe she’d talk to him today, he hoped. Sybil missed her a lot, he still loved her, even though she had been gone for so long, he’d never forgotten. Such a soft voice, willowy hair. He sat down, placing Cinnamon on his lap; she’d given him this little bear to protect him, to be his friend.

“Hi mom.” His voice was directed at no one in particular, and almost instantly it became just a bit shaky. "I miss you.” voice more of a whisper now, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, you know? About the world, and everything… It’s hard, without you here. I feel so lost sometimes, but Cinnamon helps me a lot, he tells me that you’re always watching over me, and that you love me, and it helps…” He sighed, looking down at the ground now, trying to keep his voice even, this was one of those days. “I’m trying my best to make you proud, Mom. I found my partner, too! He's wonderful, and the stars seem to cling to me when he's near. He's lovely.."

Failing made him feel horrid, he had to live up to something, be someone… His mother would’ve wanted it for him, right? “I hope one day you’ll come back to me, and maybe it can be like it used to. We were always so happy together, even when dad left, I’m being patient, I’m not angry with you, I promise.” She was dead, gone, but he still held that hope, that maybe one day she would walk up his Grandmother’s driveway, knock on the door, and take him back home… He still liked to hope, even when pessimism crept through his mind, it was hard, but he tried… “It’s hard… But I’ll always be waiting for you, mom.” The light flickered slightly as he spoke, the trees whispering just a bit louder. “The world is sad without you."

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[ivory rhodes]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ON ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Ivy focused her camera rapidly in and out like she'd seen in movies, one eye shut as she peered through the little peephole. She wasn't sure what the point of the excessive zooming part was, but it made her feel very professional and artsy to do it. The flower raced dizzyingly fast towards her and then away. She squinted, twisting the lens a bit slower to bring each petal into sharp relief. The shutter snapped. Ivy immediately checked her photo, pleased to see she'd managed to keep her hands steady this time. She glanced up from the screen and admired the flower with her eyes rather than the camera. There weren't many wild flowers on her family's estate, with its perfectly manicured gardens and purebred rose bushes. After a moment's hesitation, she twisted the flower off and tucked it behind her ear. Ivy straightened from her crouch, brushing a bit of dirt from her knees and checked her camera again. She took a surreptitious glance behind her, then turned her camera around so the lens was facing her. She angled it above her and, before anyone could come (though who would be wandering around in the forest like this?), snapping a quick photo of herself. She glanced around guiltily, then quickly checked the image. Ack, what was wrong with her face?! She immediately deleted it and took a couple more before she was finally satisfied and returned to her hunt. Since watching a documentary on an international photographer last week, Ivy's latest ambition had been to enter (and win) a photography contest. Armed with her fancy new camera (with way too many buttons and pointless features), she'd been snapping photos of pretty much everything all week. However, after prowling her estate and school for every unique and interesting angle she could find, Ivy had run out of things to take pictures of. Thus, when she spotted the forest on her way back from the library, she insisted they stop and pull over. Ivy left her chauffeur fretting at the car as she wandered into the forest, snapping pictures of everything in sight. However, the forest was getting a bit... dark. Not very good lighting for her photos, really. Though she could try going for a dark and edgy feeling, she supposed. Ivy snapped a picture of a bunch of fallen logs before carefully stepping over them. She would title it, 'Does it make a sound?' Ivy smiled to herself, rather pleased with her own creativity. She was going to win for sure. As she slide down from the particularly tall log, a small patch of light filtering down through the thickly knitted canopy up ahead caught her attention. Oooh, wouldn't that be poetic? 'A ray of light in the darkness.' Yes, that's what she'd call it! Ivy made her way closer, keeping her eye glued to the camera and taking pictures with each step. Ivy felt the warm sun on her skin as she stepped into the patch of light. She snapped a picture looking out into the darkness on the opposite side, then turned and snapped another, belated realizing there was someone in the picture. "Oh," she gasped in surprise, staring at him through the eye-hole, then lowered her camera. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, I--" she paused, taking in the defeat in his slumped posture. "I... are you... alright?"[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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