It's the fifth night a row this week that I haven't been able to sleep. Not sleep in so many ways that I wonder if there really is something wrong with me. Of course there is, I just can't exactly vocalize it. We've been here for a total of three weeks, maybe more, and five days ago I started to have dreams - nightmares (memories?) - that just make
(
Read more... )
Comments 38
Reply
Reply
Reply
I let out a breath and follow her back into the bedroom, shutting off the light of the bathroom behind me. It's not like I can exactly get out of going back to bed when I just told her that I was going to. No matter how much I'd rather not be bed in the moment, I wanted her to worry even less.
I could still tell that she didn't believe me that this was nothing (which, why should she?) and that it was just a bad dream. Veronica knows how to find clues more than anyone else. She knows when things are wrong and she probably knows me better than I know myself sometimes ( ... )
Reply
There's so many things he's thinking and not saying flickering in his eyes and I wish he'd just open his mouth and say anything. Disagree with the entire concept of false memories, try to argue the fact that we're actually even the tiniest bit happy here, point out that something's still bugging him about Maribeth and Daniel. Anything at all would be preferable to this complete and total silence while I worry about just what exactly is floating through his brain ( ... )
Reply
Reply
"Maybe that's what my dad was having so many issues with my taking Mars Investigations cases?" I smirked, joking back, trying to get him to relax. "He was afraid I was gonna put him out of a job somehow?" Right, because I wanted to do that? Mars Investigations was his until he decided otherwise... I just helped out.
"You over this idea that I'm going to hate you or something now?" I asked him softly, "'Cause if so and you still feel the need to go for a walk and angst endlessly over things then fine. As long as you trust that I love you and that's not changing." I add, caressing his cheek as I pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Reply
I never believed she'd stop loving me either. I only believed in the fact that there are some things even greater than us and more powerful. I believed that there were some things that could tear people up inside and never let them go - and I believed that sometimes that got in the way of some of the most powerful wills ever.
"Yeah," I say, a small hitch in my throat. "Well, you are the future face, aren't you?" If Veronica was anything I'd think that that was where she was exactly going. A P.I. like her old man. Anything like that. She was good at the job and sometimes you had to wonder if she actually had more cases on the run than her father ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
"I just assumed that you silently weren't into my vaguely depressing dramas," I replied to her, my words slightly muffled into the nearby pillow. "We could always watch Easy Rider again," I suggested. It was my never fail movie - the movie I had watched whenever I really desperately needed to feel anything. Plus, we didn't even have to rent it because we had a copy right amidst the other movies we had bought.
I know she's started to reply to me, but I'm so out of it right now that it's faded into background which would be horrible to say about a girlfriend if I wasn't so tired.
"Mmhm," I semi-acknowledge her again.
Reply
Leave a comment