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What if, story 1 « Thread Started on Jan 26, 2007, 9:21pm »
She walked quickly, tightly gripping her wrists and twisting slightly in anxiousness, her long brown hair flowing behind her in loose spikes behind her walking. Her friend floated behind her, catching up with her in short sprints of thoughtlessness. She hovered in between the cold darkness behind her and to Hani’s side, quickening her pace every so often, while other times slowing down to almost a halt. They both didn’t say a word, but their feet scuffed across the floor loudly, and their outfits occasionally rattled in the wind. “Is your wrist OK?” “My wrist?” Yoko looked at where Hani was twisting her wrist. “Fine,” she said. Then, a warming grin suddenly came from the younger girl’s face, filling the scene with unusual hope and a warm sort of light. Yoko pushed away from the smile, turning her face away and jogging forwards slightly faster, before slowing down to be on level with Hani. “Are you OK?” “Fine.” The words escaped her lips almost before she knew they existed, and they seemed to surprise her almost. Hani twisted her smile in disbelief, looking to her friend for a moment, before looking back to their destination. “What’ll we tell her?” “Who?” “Anyan.” Yoko paused speaking for a moment, falling even more behind. “The truth.” Hani nodded. “You think it was me, don’t you?” Yoko stopped walking, closing her eyelids so she was looking with the eerie unseeing eyes painted on. She said nothing, and silence began to engulf her. Hani had never stopped moving, still walking forwards with a wrist held, before turning to the other wrist. “I didn’t, you know.” She stopped, and turned back to Yoko, the dazzlingly, wide smile beaming at Yoko and blinding Hani. Then she became more serious, her smile becoming motherly as she walked slowly towards her. “He may have been an evil, self-obsessed git of a-“ “Don’t say those things.” Yoko said breathlessly, gasping for air as she fought down the tears. “Alright.” She said, and corrected herself, “He might not have been my best-friend in the world, but he didn’t deserve that.” Hani sighed, all of the weight of her lithe, 19-year-old body seeming to slip down to her toes, where her heart was. A traitor tear ran down Yoko’s cheek as she panted for air, focusing all of her ability to stop herself crying. But it was a losing battle, as the one tear that had come sent many more, as her eyes welled up and her eyes became a muddy rainbow of her make-up. “Yoko,” Hani said softly, coming to her side and holding her, as Yoko sank into Hani in complete grief. Even Hani almost found a tear running down her own cheek, but it managed to stay locked in her eye, blurring her vision. All she could see now was a smudge of darkness, with a dollop of blonde hair holding onto her, with the sounds of weeping all around. “It’ll be OK.” She said, holding onto Yoko closely to stop her breaking into a fit of grief. “It’ll be OK….”