Miho looks through her for a long moment, before her eyes slowly focus. She stares at Goldy for a moment, as if not sure where she is, before her eyes widen. The jolt as she snaps back into reality is almost audible.
Her face is white, lips pale and washed out, eyes huge and black. Her hands are still tangled in the covers, knuckles bone-white. Her eyes well up, before tears spill over to run down her cheeks. Silent, though, no noise.
She remembers. Can't hide from it any more.
She can turn her face away, though. Because. . . Because it's all over now. Or it will be. She's damaged goods. But. . . she can't look away, not really. Her eyes slide back, and when she does whisper, it's beyond pleading.
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Date: 2006-06-27 09:55 pm (UTC)Her face is white, lips pale and washed out, eyes huge and black. Her hands are still tangled in the covers, knuckles bone-white. Her eyes well up, before tears spill over to run down her cheeks. Silent, though, no noise.
She remembers. Can't hide from it any more.
She can turn her face away, though. Because. . . Because it's all over now. Or it will be. She's damaged goods. But. . . she can't look away, not really. Her eyes slide back, and when she does whisper, it's beyond pleading.
"Goldy. . ."