Easy for English inspired by a quote by Muriel Barbery
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"Moments like this act as magical interludes, placing our hearts at the edge of our souls: fleetingly, yet intensely, a fragment of eternity has come to enrich time." When it becomes clear that her companion is as likely to respond as the chilly night sky, the blonde girl decides to readjust her dress. Stretching her pale legs from their crossed position to join the brown ones dangling over the edge of the building, she tilts her heard questioningly. "Peri, do you believe in magic?" A quiet scoff."I don't even believe in time."
It is an honest answer. Perilla does not just believe, she knows that time is a construct. It is a fact she has had to learn, drowning in the eternity a minute feels like trapped in crumpled metal remains, listening to someone take their last breath. A lesson burned into her mind from clutching desperately to the fleeting millionth of a millisecond between Here Now and Gone Forever.
On a hard emergency room cot, leg precariously raised in a sling, Perilla Mokwena decides to stop heeding old Father Time. Orphans aren't bound to parental authority.
On a cold plastic chair, feet firmly on the unforgiving graveyard soil, Perilla Mokwena decides to stop playing a game with an inevitable end.
On the soft patch of grass just inside the entrance of Leboneng High, plain school shoes tucked under a dull school skirt, Perilla Mokwena sees Ember Vivante for the first time ever. She has no say in the way her carefully constructed walls begin to crack.
Pink streaked locks of sunshine and pink stained cheeks.Ember was unapologetically alive. The flame of life burned in her eyes with a shine that suggested she knew the futility of it all but chose to smoulder nonetheless.
"It's from a book I finished two months ago, when I got here.The Elegance Of The Hedgehog." Ember continues talking but Perilla doesn't hear a word.
The terrifying tangibility of it all begins to suffocate her. It sifons the oxygen from her very lungs and feeds it to the rhinestones bedazzling the bodice of the night sky, fueling their fires until they become unbearably bright. Until they cause her eyes to water .Until-
A warm touch.The ticklel of the corsage she'd put on Ember's hand earlier that night. The sound of the music from the school hall below them. Ember hasn't even stopped talking, as if pulling Perilla from the abyss of her mind has become second nature.
Perilla still doesn't believe in time but as she looks into the ethereally green eyes of the girl next to her, she thinks to herself that maybe she could believe in magic.
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