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Stand alones.

Stars are falling all for us.

She was walking alone; the wind blowing through her hair. She felt free, and she acted like it. Now that no one could tell her what to do. Not anymore. Except that one thing that’s in the way... No, she couldn’t let it spoil her luck.

She ran, she didn’t stop. Until her feet didn’t want to anymore. She fell down on the green grass. Helpless, because no one could help her. She was cursed. And it was all her fault. She was the one who made herself like this. Even when he deserved it. She shouldn’t have screamed to him. It was so clear, like it was yesterday. She still knew every detail. Her mother had a guest, an old friend of her. But from the moment he came in, she didn’t like him. She tried to be nice, the only thing she could promise her mother. It was all she could do. But she failed, even in the easiest thing that was possible. She already forgot what exactly happened, but from a moment she was screaming at him, so hard. And then, she couldn’t anymore. She thought she lost her voice, she screamed too loud. But the feeling she had was strange, too strange. And then it was all clear, the man had cursed her. He took the most important things from her. Her voice, her view and her hearing. She thought she could never live again. But then she said to herself that she could do everything, but only when she believed in herself. So that’s what she tried. She started using her instincts. And of course, not everything went perfect. But after a while, she learned it. She learned doing things without her view or her hearing. She used her instinct. Nothing could stop her, she thought. Until she began to feel bored. She needed to do everything in silence. She could never listen to music, or watch television. She couldn’t even talk to someone.

Until there was a boy. He saw her, and she was absolutely the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He walked to her, nervously. And he started talking to her, about random things. He just hoped he could hear her voice, and hoped it was just as beautiful as she looked like. But she didn’t talk back. He walked away, hurt. The next day he went to the park again. He saw her lying in the grass, like she didn’t have moved since the last time he saw her. He started talking to her again. Hoping she would talk back this time. But she didn’t. He walked away, again. He almost gave up. But he had a feeling that said he should go back to the park, so he did. He saw her lying in the grass again. This time he wouldn’t walk away, he said to himself. He started talking to her again. Knowing she wasn’t going to answer. But he didn’t mind this time, he kept talking to her. He stopped immediately when he felt something on his hand. He could feel the warmth going through his whole body. She sat there, smiling. He looked at her, and followed her whole body with his eyes. He saw her arm, and her hand that leaded to his own hand. And then he knew she understood everything he said. She couldn’t talk to him, but he seemed to had her all figured out. And he knew that even when they couldn’t talk or see each other, they were made for each other. Because the feeling they had about each other, was better then everything else. They didn’t need to talk to each other, to know what the other thought. They had each other, and that was everything they needed.

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