Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Who: Claudio (thecrowingtobe ) and Jinx (hexyoutotuesday ) ...a wild Trauma appears! (mademyhell )
When: Backdated to Sunday evening.
Where: The Emo Apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: So, having your heart ripped out twice in three months sucks. Plain and simple. And sometimes you just need a friend.
Warnings: We'll see where this goes.
As far back as she could remember, Jinx had been fighting. She fought to survive, to hold onto anything, to be a person worth living, and to not lose herself. It was a fight she never truly won, but she kept it up, tooth and nail, for what? To lose everything she cared about? All the way home from Riku's place, she kept telling herself that this was for the best. Cut off all forms of communication with him. That way, neither one of them would have to get hurt again by the other. They could both get what they deserved. He did not deserve to be stuck with her, and she did not deserve to be in his heart like she wanted to.
The tears in her eyes were blinding. She nearly drove into oncoming traffic twice. The roads were slick and her hands were shaking. When she got back to her apartment, she was frozen solid. Cold skin, fingers and toes numb. Without removing her helmet, she ran up the eight flights of stairs to their door. Without a key, she entered and closed the door behind her. She took her helmet off and smacked the back of her head loudly against the door. She slid against it, down to the floor, and curled her knees up to her chest.
Frozen hands tangled in her hair, she closed her eyes and let the saline roll silently down her cheeks.
When: Backdated to Sunday evening.
Where: The Emo Apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: So, having your heart ripped out twice in three months sucks. Plain and simple. And sometimes you just need a friend.
Warnings: We'll see where this goes.
As far back as she could remember, Jinx had been fighting. She fought to survive, to hold onto anything, to be a person worth living, and to not lose herself. It was a fight she never truly won, but she kept it up, tooth and nail, for what? To lose everything she cared about? All the way home from Riku's place, she kept telling herself that this was for the best. Cut off all forms of communication with him. That way, neither one of them would have to get hurt again by the other. They could both get what they deserved. He did not deserve to be stuck with her, and she did not deserve to be in his heart like she wanted to.
The tears in her eyes were blinding. She nearly drove into oncoming traffic twice. The roads were slick and her hands were shaking. When she got back to her apartment, she was frozen solid. Cold skin, fingers and toes numb. Without removing her helmet, she ran up the eight flights of stairs to their door. Without a key, she entered and closed the door behind her. She took her helmet off and smacked the back of her head loudly against the door. She slid against it, down to the floor, and curled her knees up to her chest.
Frozen hands tangled in her hair, she closed her eyes and let the saline roll silently down her cheeks.