WJ Entry #001

Her glistening reflection in his glass of beer lulled her into a silent state of tranquillity. The night was cool and her family danced around a bonfire in drunken glee. She watched with a slight smile on her face as he spoke about his ideals of the world with rabid fascination. She could watch him forever, she thought. 

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The more she drank, the less she heard. The sounds of laughter and gentle taunting quietened down. He still spoke and she continued to listen. Her vision seemed to almost pull focus to the hazel in his eyes, the curl of his willow brown hair, the depth of his dimpled smirk.  He was talking, she was sure. She couldn't really hear anything anymore but it must have been hilarious. She wished she could laugh with him. 

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Blackened spots replaced his features before he was abruptly pulled back by some unseen force. The last thing she registered was the look of panic on his face as she sank into the floor, and then into the ground. 

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Her funeral took place the next day, the blistering heat was uncomfortable and the silence marred by sniffles and pained expressions. She watched him as he placed a flower by her face and stroked her hair gently. She watched him as he took shaking steps to regard the crowd, her mourning family. She watched him as he bid her corpse goodbye. She would watch him for eternity.