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There he stood, white-blond hair illuminated by the fluorescent hospital lights. His gloved hand rested on the bed rail as he looked down at the room’s sole occupant. The small room was an echo of silence except for the breathing of the ventilator. The young man’s crystal eyes seemed to flicker before he bent over and whispered in the patient’s ear, a language that mimicked the wind. When his vocal chords stopped reverberating the cardiac monitor took over, screaming a single continuous tone. Quickly a team of nurses filed into the room. As they tried to bring back the dead the young man slipped out unnoticed and glided down the hall, cabled-scarf fluttering behind him.
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glad to see you still write. i do think of you and hope all is well in your world. love and hugs.
After going through my bookmarks I forgot I had this saved. Wow.. It took a bit out of me to read it all again. I always found the voice in your writing quite amazing really. That never changed even all that happened between us. Which I truly am sorry about. But that's in the past and I rather focus in the present. I'm glad I discovered this again. I miss knowing you. You still come across my mind time and time again. So much reminds me of you and experiences we had together. Above all I have hoped for is to know how you have been doing. I hope you are doing well. A lot has changed since we talked last. I've come out as trans for one. But really i would just like to talk to you again. I miss you. I wish that we could just make a fresh slate, be friends at least. But I don't even know if you want to talk to me or not..
If so you can find me on facebook. www.facebook.com/palebluedot13
Or on livejournal with the name palebluedot09
-Atticus Hardy
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