[werechick]

Well, I'm working on a story, I'm not entirely sure what to do with. If it comes out rather long, I'll see about publishing, and if it's still rather short, I'll just put it up online.

The central idea is that no matter what, you leave yourself whereverf you've been, and no matter what, those that love you will find you, damn the cost.

I suppose I should show some clips.


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She smiles at me, beckoning me closer. We stood together in the rain, laughing at the absurdity. It was cold, wet and dark, but still we were joyful, just because we were together. The world fell away as she ended the laughter, silencing me with a kiss.

I smile now, remembering her. Thinking of her always makes me smile, even with the empty feeling that soon accompanies it.

~~~

I dreamt of her. Her warm body was against mine, and her arms were wrapped tightly around me. Her hair smelt of soft summer rain, and her kiss tasted like wine.

I looked for her when I awoke, and then realized it was too perfect, that it was only a dream. My heart sunk, and I felt hollow, as if missing a part of myself.

I seemed to have see her everywhere. Everything I did forced me to think of her, often against my will. Every song is about her, every television show her favorite, every sunset perfect, though not as beautiful as she, and every night is perfect for her to spend by my side. There's no escaping her, even when she's many miles away.

Her brown eyes stare back at me accusingly from the single photograph on the mantle. It was almost as if they were daring me to go back, daring me to apologize for the pain I caused her.