Tonight~ Tonight~
WHO: Liberty's Cutest Couple
WHEN: Midnight, June 13th
WHERE: Outside Peter's house. Under the starry sky.
WHAT: There's only us tonight~
Peter tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers. His breaths materialized in front of him as he tilted his head up. He studied the exterior of the house and gazed at the second-floor balcony that belonged to the master bedroom. The curtains behind the glass doors were drawn; Papa must be deep asleep now.
He should have waited in the house, but knew that he would simply cause too much of a ruckus if he did. So despite the trouble of getting out of his room with a cast, he managed his way out the front door. Slowly, he lowered himself down to have a seat on the front steps as he waited for Raivis to show up. Hopefully. The streets were dangerous at the hour and... he shouldn't have told Raivis to come. What a foolish idea! Damn it, Peter Kirkland. What was the matter with you!?
Each second passed was a needle that pricked at Peter's chest. His fingers fumbled in the pockets, nervous, anxious. Waiting was wasting for people like Peter. One hand slipped out of his pocket with the cell in hand. It was almost midnight and Raivis should have been here thirty seconds ago.
Unable to control the nausea in the pit of his stomach, Peter pushed to stand, groaning at his immobilized ankle. He hobbled down the pathway and glanced left to right. The lamp posts only illuminated so much of the night. Shadows danced, mocking him.
"Raivis... Raivis..." his voice echoed in the darkness, "Where are you, Raivis...?"
WHEN: Midnight, June 13th
WHERE: Outside Peter's house. Under the starry sky.
WHAT: There's only us tonight~
Peter tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers. His breaths materialized in front of him as he tilted his head up. He studied the exterior of the house and gazed at the second-floor balcony that belonged to the master bedroom. The curtains behind the glass doors were drawn; Papa must be deep asleep now.
He should have waited in the house, but knew that he would simply cause too much of a ruckus if he did. So despite the trouble of getting out of his room with a cast, he managed his way out the front door. Slowly, he lowered himself down to have a seat on the front steps as he waited for Raivis to show up. Hopefully. The streets were dangerous at the hour and... he shouldn't have told Raivis to come. What a foolish idea! Damn it, Peter Kirkland. What was the matter with you!?
Each second passed was a needle that pricked at Peter's chest. His fingers fumbled in the pockets, nervous, anxious. Waiting was wasting for people like Peter. One hand slipped out of his pocket with the cell in hand. It was almost midnight and Raivis should have been here thirty seconds ago.
Unable to control the nausea in the pit of his stomach, Peter pushed to stand, groaning at his immobilized ankle. He hobbled down the pathway and glanced left to right. The lamp posts only illuminated so much of the night. Shadows danced, mocking him.
"Raivis... Raivis..." his voice echoed in the darkness, "Where are you, Raivis...?"