Purple

  In a raindrop

  On a rosebush

  In the sky

  Purple

  Up above

  In my eye

  Purple

  Did she know

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  Did she see

  Did she care

  Purple

  Just one touch

  And it stained.

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  PEYDRAN

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t move.

  I couldn’t— don’t think about it! Don’t think— crashing equipment. Everything falling. My hand—no!

  Do. Not. Think. About. It. I am the breath. The breath moves me. I feel my breath. I feel my breath.

  I’m laying on something squishy. Like my mom when I was a kid. Mom? Breasts?

  Oh, sands, no! My face is in RYST’S cleavage. She just, what? Fell asleep holding me like a baby? Sky above, Jasen and Alen can never hear of this. Sands! That is a parody I do NOT want to see.

  I smirked inside. Actually, I needed to keep thinking about Jasen and Alen. Then I wouldn’t have to think about— it. Everything went dark.