𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒓 you whispered;
It was my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed;
It was my soul.
~ 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒚𝒓𝒆
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𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, has seen the world from many sides. Just as the world of the humans is multifa...
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And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she... Means everything to me
She - dodie
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WHEN DAHLIA WOKE UP, HER HEAD was no longer on Luke's shoulder but on the ground. The fire in front of her was still burning slightly and the sky was now in a bright orange.
The girl looked next to her and found only an empty space, so she wondered if Luke was really there last night. Her doubts were washed away when she saw a small pocket knife lying in front of her. The girl smiled at the thought that Luke must have left it for her and reached for it. She put it in the pocket of her pants, sure she would find a use for it, and then woke her friends.
After a few more hours of walking and running from a monster, they arrived at the Hudson River. Dahlia looked around and saw no hint of life in her surroundings except the slow flow of the water. Long branches of bushes and trees hung in the grey, dirty looking water, moving in the slight breeze blowing through the girl's hair.
„So how are we gonna get over there? I'm not swimming through that water." Meg asked, disgusted. She stretched out her hand and let small tendrils of plants rise up. She played with them as she sat on the grass and stared at the water. Liam and Dahlia went in search of something they could use to cross the water.
„In moments like that I'd rather be a kid of Poseidon." Dahlia said. Liam chuckled beside her.
„Native Volks used to live here I'm sure there's some raft or something." Liam then said, while looking through the bushes. Dahlia too looked for some old boat or wood that they could tie together.
„How'd you know about the native volks?" Dahlia asked.
„I told you about my cousin right? Her ancients lived here and she visited it last year with her parents." he told her and Dahlia nodded. She wanted to ask more about his heritage but got interrupted by Meg.
