25 October 2012
She stood there, hair silently waving in the breeze. Ribbons of gold and red flew out behind her.
Her eyes were dead.
They showed no emotion: They were only green discs with nothing behind them.
It was raining. The steady pitter-patter rang in the girls ears, and on her eyelashes, raindrops sat.
She closed her eyes.
Eyelashes • Opuss № I