Prompt 329: Quote Prompt, Revisited
erm... this technically goes before my response to prompt 327 :/
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for all_unwritten
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I need love, that don't mean I need you.
~"1000 Second," by The Secret Machines
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Nicole hated the stuffy feeling of her old attic room in her mother's house. The slanted roof that had provided amusement in her childhood now caused her to stoop to avoid hitting it, and made her feel like a giant.
Being in the same building as her mother also meant endless questions about her life, particularly questions about Danielle, and no amount of 'I don't want to talk about it' glares could deter the conversation from that subject.
It didn't matter that she had come to her mother's house to think about what she wanted from life, and that discussing things might actually help the process... No, what mattered was that Nicole was trying to evaluate her life without the influence of Danielle-reminders.
By week two, after the bed had not been made, or left, in days, her mother's repetitive questioning snapped any sort of patience or apathy that Nicole had reserved. Feeling slightly suffocated by her mother's pestering and the claustrophobic attic, Nicole had snapped at her mother, "Your love isn't the kind of love I need right now," before angrily packing the items of her life that she had brought.
Nicole decided that it didn't matter what Danielle had done-- they could work through that-- it just mattered that Danielle existed.
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for all_unwritten
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I need love, that don't mean I need you.
~"1000 Second," by The Secret Machines
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Nicole hated the stuffy feeling of her old attic room in her mother's house. The slanted roof that had provided amusement in her childhood now caused her to stoop to avoid hitting it, and made her feel like a giant.
Being in the same building as her mother also meant endless questions about her life, particularly questions about Danielle, and no amount of 'I don't want to talk about it' glares could deter the conversation from that subject.
It didn't matter that she had come to her mother's house to think about what she wanted from life, and that discussing things might actually help the process... No, what mattered was that Nicole was trying to evaluate her life without the influence of Danielle-reminders.
By week two, after the bed had not been made, or left, in days, her mother's repetitive questioning snapped any sort of patience or apathy that Nicole had reserved. Feeling slightly suffocated by her mother's pestering and the claustrophobic attic, Nicole had snapped at her mother, "Your love isn't the kind of love I need right now," before angrily packing the items of her life that she had brought.
Nicole decided that it didn't matter what Danielle had done-- they could work through that-- it just mattered that Danielle existed.