Kitten

Collins

I dream of you in colors that don't exist. In sounds that are as silent as a forest full of life.

I dream of you sitting next to me, cloaked in shiny certainty, wrapped in playful energy.

I dream of you being you and jumping and running.

I whisper a thousand moments of you.

I whisper and smile, desperately trying to keep you here.

I breathe the past to escape the now. But you're not here anymore.

And you'll never be here again. Never again.

I have to let you go, don't I?

I just have to let you go.

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Boxer

 

Avatar Games

Heal. The pain. Some pain. No... The darkness will stay for as long as I live, he thought. Fight for money, fight for food. Fight. Be nothing but a smashed up face everyone will have forgotten by tomorrow. Move on to the next town. Fight some more. The posters plastered all over. The money. The food. And onward he went. Town after town. They all looked alike. Until that day. Her kid, her dog, her smile. It's complicated, she said. He didn't think it was. It was actually quite simple. Heal. The pain. All of it. Just heal. And smile.

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Money

 

Avatar Games

Just doodle a few things on that piece of paper and you can charge a million for it. Just throw in something strange, something mysterious, something... unusual. They will buy it. We can pretend we're millionaires. And we can sail around the world. It's not that easy? Come on, don't be like that. Here, a paper and some crayons. Just draw something, anything. I want the money. We can go on a shopping spree, buy jewelry until we drop. Oh, come on, don't be like that. Don't walk away. Don't you dare. I want the money. You can do it...

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Indigo

Enoshima

“Indigo, wash those windows squeaky clean, you hear?”

“Yes, 'mam.”

“Indigo, those windows are our money-makers, you hear?”

“Yes, 'mam.”

“Indigo, look at those mountains. Aren't they magnificent?"

“Yes, 'mam, they are."

"Indigo, have you ever been up there?"

"No, 'mam, I haven't. You?"

"Don't ask questions. Work, work, work."

“Yes, 'mam.”

He stood by the windows and looked up. If he did leave right now, would he still have a job when he returned? Indigo this, Indigo that.

"Where are you going, Indigo?!"

He waved and left.

The mountains would never be stifled by window frames for him again.

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