Life . Love . I need a person to fill the space . To replace the heart . Replace the space . Replace the silence . Replace the stillness .
Love is life . Life is love . Life is me and love is what I need .
Hungry , hungry . The space starts to grow . As more people leave , the more the space feeds .
Jealousy Is a Fickle Thing Elizabeth Carusi
Solaris lies in her dimly lit room , nothing but the sounds of the train arriving into the station underneath her apartment window . Her legs dangling off the bed , gliding along the hardwood like birds in flight . She stares up at the ceiling with dull , blank eyes , counting the non existent cracks in the ceiling . Solaris stares at her hands , feeling they don ' t fit her anymore . They ’ re too skinny and long , not petite like some of the other women she knows . Like Eris . Eris is new , placed in their group because Talin did well with his sudden placement into Edelweiss . Talin seems to like her a lot ; Solaris wonders if he thinks of her romantically - no , stop that Solaris , you are in no way , shape or form able to control who he likes and who he doesn ’ t like . So what if he likes Eris ? She ' s kind , brave , has petite hands and can cook ! Far better than you ever could . She ’ s everything you ' re not , an ugly voice croons into her ear curling itself around any confidence Solaris held . No wonder why he ditched you for her ! All you ' re ever good at is being a coward .