Become one with me, brother!
WHO: Natalia and her brother
WHEN: November 6 (Friday), when brother gets back from work. I HAVE FAILED YOU ERU SORRY FOR THE LATENESS
WHERE: Centralia Apartments
WHAT: See title.
RATING: Natalia and badtouching? Obviously that can't be good.
Slip, pull, zip, hook. The black dress was a perfect fit and given to her at a fifty-percent discount, just as Natalia demanded from the saleslady at the boutique. Slipping into her pumps and walking across the room, she thought again, perfect. She told her brother she was to make the most of her time, and that she shall. Brush - not knife - in hand, Natalia began to comb through and untangle the knots in her hair. The dust that Kirkland sprinkled in her eyes was a blessing in disguise after all. It had been a long time since she could see reflection in the mirror. She shook her head. No, the two events were not connected, impossible. God was kind to her, that was all. Her hand stopped halfway and reached out to touch the glass that projected her image. She could not believe what she was seeing. Was this what they called--
Just then, Natalia picked up a noise from the corridor outside. At realizing what it was, she dropped everything. Her heels barely made a sound as she ran to the door. Her ears, pressed against the cold surface, listened for her brother's footsteps. Looking at her form, it was not hard to believe that she will wait forever.
WHEN: November 6 (Friday), when brother gets back from work. I HAVE FAILED YOU ERU SORRY FOR THE LATENESS
WHERE: Centralia Apartments
WHAT: See title.
RATING: Natalia and badtouching? Obviously that can't be good.
Slip, pull, zip, hook. The black dress was a perfect fit and given to her at a fifty-percent discount, just as Natalia demanded from the saleslady at the boutique. Slipping into her pumps and walking across the room, she thought again, perfect. She told her brother she was to make the most of her time, and that she shall. Brush - not knife - in hand, Natalia began to comb through and untangle the knots in her hair. The dust that Kirkland sprinkled in her eyes was a blessing in disguise after all. It had been a long time since she could see reflection in the mirror. She shook her head. No, the two events were not connected, impossible. God was kind to her, that was all. Her hand stopped halfway and reached out to touch the glass that projected her image. She could not believe what she was seeing. Was this what they called--
Just then, Natalia picked up a noise from the corridor outside. At realizing what it was, she dropped everything. Her heels barely made a sound as she ran to the door. Her ears, pressed against the cold surface, listened for her brother's footsteps. Looking at her form, it was not hard to believe that she will wait forever.