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A Dark Hour.Haley, I know you heard that.
Haley swore she'd heard a howl outside her window. She looked up at the glass, seeking an answer to who exactly was howling, especially during Study Hall. She wasn't going to be able to concentrate, since the howl was on her mind. There were no wolves at this school, and none of the dogs howled like that. In fact, no dogs howled around here. It was incredibly quiet.
She took out her earphones and realized the howl was louder the second time. She opened her window, leaning outside. Of course, she didn't tell management her screen was broken; it was a waste of her time and theirs. Nothing was outside, however. Haley could feel a tug in her heart; something was telling her to go.
Who doesn't like a little mystery, anyway?
"Shut it," she muttered, closing the window. "I'm not getting into trouble for a scheme of yours."
It's not that big of a deal. You have ten minutes; five for study hall, and five to look for it.
"Look for what? What ex
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The noise made him feel different. He didn't know what it was, however. It felt like a sort of drug, to listen to, and to close his eyes too...
Wait, it stopped again.
Gaara shifted from his position and glanced around. There was this pressing feeling that the noise was so close, and he really wanted to listen so he decided to get up and look around.
He'd been hearing that noise for two months now, and he couldn't give it up now. He needed to find it, and keep it for himself. Oh no, he wasn't being selfish; others complained about the sound, didn't want it around. He wanted to hold it close and keep it next to him forever.
Oh good, it started again. He stood, looking around for the source of the noise.
He started walking.
Gaara groaned. Dammit, this was taking too long. He leaned and slumped down a tree, closing his eyes. Maybe if he took a small nap, he'd be able to concentrate again. He slowly closed his eyes,
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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