the result of boredom
hmm..this is just something that sprang to mind...just some good old original fiction...God knows if i'll be able to finish it! lol!
Four words.
Who knew? I dont know what made me say it, why i'm even here. I'm not the same person I used to be and i cant decide whether I'm happy or sad about it. Leaving this place was the best thing for me. I know that and so does he.
I think
A brush of the arm, the familiar contact rushing back to me but I cant look up. I cant move. I know he'll be able to tell and I cant take the disappointment. The thought alone leaves me burning and I cant breathe.
...one...
...two...
...three...
'Eva'
Startled. Blue meets brown and I think maybe I should keep counting. Blinking. Breathing...anything. But I can't because he wont let me and the knowing smirk planted on his face tells me as much. This isn't time for games, subtlety was never our thing.
Now it's time for answers, he wants to know why I'm here, quite frankly so do I.
My gaze drops and I turn towards the window. Pressing forward leaning against the cold surface. Hard and punishing. Maybe that's why I'm here, to hurt?
I close my eyes with a sigh and think back to four years ago. When things were the other way round, when it was him. Its hard to believe so much time has passed. Its mind boggling to think that its been that long since I've felt the warmth of his touch or listened to his incessant chatter. How I've come to miss it, the funny thing is, that everyone told me he would never be good enough for me.
I bet they never thought that one day our roles would be reversed.
'You want a drink?' he says pulling me from my reverie. His face wiped blank. I hate it when he does that...closes himself off. You see, he used to have so many walls up around him but back then he let me into his sanctity and now I see how much damage I've done. I wish he'd let me know what to expect, give me some kind of inclination to what he's thinking. But I know he wont, I dont know why i expected anything differently.
'God yes,' I say. He has no idea.
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Four words.
Who knew? I dont know what made me say it, why i'm even here. I'm not the same person I used to be and i cant decide whether I'm happy or sad about it. Leaving this place was the best thing for me. I know that and so does he.
I think
A brush of the arm, the familiar contact rushing back to me but I cant look up. I cant move. I know he'll be able to tell and I cant take the disappointment. The thought alone leaves me burning and I cant breathe.
...one...
...two...
...three...
'Eva'
Startled. Blue meets brown and I think maybe I should keep counting. Blinking. Breathing...anything. But I can't because he wont let me and the knowing smirk planted on his face tells me as much. This isn't time for games, subtlety was never our thing.
Now it's time for answers, he wants to know why I'm here, quite frankly so do I.
My gaze drops and I turn towards the window. Pressing forward leaning against the cold surface. Hard and punishing. Maybe that's why I'm here, to hurt?
I close my eyes with a sigh and think back to four years ago. When things were the other way round, when it was him. Its hard to believe so much time has passed. Its mind boggling to think that its been that long since I've felt the warmth of his touch or listened to his incessant chatter. How I've come to miss it, the funny thing is, that everyone told me he would never be good enough for me.
I bet they never thought that one day our roles would be reversed.
'You want a drink?' he says pulling me from my reverie. His face wiped blank. I hate it when he does that...closes himself off. You see, he used to have so many walls up around him but back then he let me into his sanctity and now I see how much damage I've done. I wish he'd let me know what to expect, give me some kind of inclination to what he's thinking. But I know he wont, I dont know why i expected anything differently.
'God yes,' I say. He has no idea.
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