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[gunah]

 


A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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[rocknrollrefugee]

[Hanna had always loved music. It had been her passion, once, before the world shredded her dreams.

The melody is low, rhythmic, something altogether foreign. The beat is strangely calming, perhaps because it reminds her of what she once was: a girl chasing after a rhythm to call her own.

Shuyi's skin doesn't seem suited for someone to work with such a calming technique, but Hanna makes no comment. She knows more than anyone how looks can deceive.

She continues to stay silent, not wanting to break Shuyi's concentration. She can manage to say quiet at least.]

[gunah]

[ Hanna isn't ailing or suffering from fatigue, unlike the people she commonly tries to help, but there's still some benefit in returning to a calmer state of mind.

Consciously and gradually, she slows her own heartbeat to the pace of one deep in slumber, the fingers placed on the other woman's wrist sending the signal (is it chemical or is it closer to magic?) for Hanna to follow suit. The exercise isn't foolproof even for someone of her own kind so she can't guarantee that it would work for Hanna, but that won't stop her from trying.

Her humming dissipates into silence without a clear end and when she opens her eyes and smiles, it's as if the tune still lingers in the air, just waiting to be recalled. ]

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