Chapter Two [Part Two]: …but it might be alright if you go.

It was very rare for me to feel brave.

And I don't mean the kind of "bravery" that involved doing extremely stupid things like jumping from roof to roof as a proof of badassery (grade school. Puck dared me to), or sneaking liquor into school and spiking the drinking water system (high school ( Read more... )

“I’m so sorry.” I hear her say brokenly. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper.” I hear the unmistakable sound of nails scratching on wood. “I didn’t mean what I said, Brittany! God, I’m so sorry.”

I almost reply then. Almost.

“You aren’t stupid.” She continues, a desperation creeping into her voice. “And you’re ideas aren’t stupid, either. I’m the ( Read more... )

A/N: Because I honestly believe that love is insane, and so damn destructive. And hey, Love Me If You Dare (Jeux d'Enfants) is the most recent movie I watched (I highly recommend it. French. Marion Cotillard. Guillaume Canet. Need I say more?). Also inspired by the movie Fight Club (Edward Norton. ‘Nuff said.), and the music of Oh Land and Tokio ( Read more... )

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Chapter Eleven [Part Two]: First Breath After Coma

Arrival of the Birds, Cinematic Orchestra

The rain falls swiftly. It ( Read more... )

I laugh softly, even as tears fill my eyes for the nth time. “Well, alright. You went in and fell.” I turn my head to look at her. She looks indignant and amused, but when she meets my gaze I see that she wants to cry, too.

“At least I got the duck.” She points out, her voice breaking slightly at the last word. I take the hand she’s laid on my ( Read more... )

“Do you believe in heaven?”

It’s been two days since our moment in the choir room. It’s around six in the afternoon and we’re sitting cross-legged in the balcony of the hotel suite, picking out random people from the streets below and creating ridiculous imaginary stories of their lives. Of course, Brittany’s theories are far more creative than ( Read more... )

Chapter Eight: Not Myself

“I need you more than you'll ever know. I still do, willing to let it show.”

Silence, Aly & AJ

I snap the phone shut with a loud snap. For a short moment I just sit on the ground, thinking the information through. It’s a struggle to sort through my emotions. I have no idea how I feel, or how I should be feeling. ( Read more... )