Hollow, void of life, of motion, of insolent murmurs to disrupt such peaceful haven of those who seek solace into quietude’s tender embrace: a place where souls come to find tranquility–the serenity their tormented hearts require to drown boisterous emotions which make their blood boil. Natheless such seraphic peace ceases, it gets broken into fragments once another’s voice breaks through the angelic silence which echoes amid the hollow space.❝ Haha, by whom? By you? I have no reason to abide to your silly demand. ❞ Whereas her laughter resounds, permeating the dreadful silence, her tone remains the same: cold, IRONIC, as her gaze showcases naught but a mix of ferociousness, of superiority which mixes with an abnormal coldness which drowns into an arctic ocean all emotions. She too feels bound by such request, one which she shall not abide to, but continue to wander in such isolated place, yet can such location still soothe one’s heart, comfort their solitude or allow them regain their composure once the serenity had been tainted by voices which clash, by volitions which create a tempest, suffocating the reining tranquility? It all becomes devoid of significance, of reasoning–it becomes a place which loses its symbolism: she too desires for its soothing solitude, natheless her fiery temper explodes into a tacit response which veils satire, dissatisfaction gleaming agonizingly within her eyes.
Do the opposite of what you’re told. She seems to follow the law of whatever that may belong to. It would be a lie to say he hasn’t done the same ( countless times at that ), yet it doesn’t fail to invoke anger into him. This was his solitude. Away from the great ruckus of his daily life he’s evaded for such a short time. He doesn’t find the fact pleasing that he’s been interrupted. Nonetheless, in this particular place. He’s found the vicinity to be devoid of disturbances & instead, filled with tranquility. That’s ending.
The intake of the short lasting still while neither of them spoke nor moved was appreciated, but it comes to an end when he breathes & shifts. Days of being mocked along with being left in the midst of confusion with no clear choices as to what he could, to be left alone in the end, were long in the past. He’s picked up a rather violent habit: lashing out at anyone who even remotely strikes a nerve. It’s not one he feels bad about. Yet how he would love to do nothing & be bothered by nothing. Alas, his vexation only rises. From the lasting, soothing quiet he had enjoyed simply by himself turns in another direction when his steps resound against the ground. The rustles of their surroundings seemed to grow louder as his fist rises.
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