//Sαηαα Mυbαrαk Rαmεςες//
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky
Sanaa smiled knowingly and shrugged, stroking her friend's hair once more just to prove a point. She felt a small pang in her chest when he said love, although she didn't see why. She'd called plenty of people 'love' when she spoke, what did it matter?
"I'm still jealous." She sang, tapping her forehead. "You're blessed with eternal life. And the silkiest hair in the universe, even if you're made from ash. It just isn't fair." A light chuckle finished her statement, and although it wasn't meant to be melancholy, somehow it turned out that way.
"Meanwhile, I'm cursed to keep on living, over and over again. I like who I am now, and I don't want to change. But someday, I'll be someone new. I'll be forced to change. Who knows... I might even wind up being a vampire hunter again..." She frowned and looked at Dominique, hoping that, in the future, he wouldn't fall at her hands. That would be horrible. Then again, she wouldn't remember him.
"I don't want to do that. I wish I'd never asked to see my history." She mumbled, drawing closer to Dominique although their arms were already linked; she'd suddenly felt another chill run down her spine.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.