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07 March 2006 @ 03:21 pm
In the moonless night, he'd climb through my window on the second storey.

I'd been waiting for him, but I tried not to let it show. I wanted to be as cool as icecream but inside my nerves always jangled as though I'd drunk pots of coffee. I worried that he could hear my bones, that they'd give me away.

I wanted to pretend I didn't care whether he came or not. It was like this everytime.

My hands were nervous, I fiddled with the powder compacts and medicine packets on my dressing table, the postcards on my wall. He tasted like whiskey and nicotine; he was always smoking those cigarettes. It slips my mind when I'm with him that I hate smoking. I only remember when I'm left alone, smelling of second-hand smoke and remorse.

The clock is ticking, I always want to make time stop though. I know that in the morning, I'll wake up alone, that he never says goodbye.

It was like this everytime.
Full-Pronged Fury!!!!: Heavenangerfork on March 7th, 2006 03:45 pm (UTC)
How gorgeous...how powerful. I can very much sympathize with the character you are writing about.

Curious, is this a separate piece or part of something else?
    scarlet's walkkisstheviolets on March 7th, 2006 10:34 pm (UTC)
aw, thankyou darling :) it's just a random piece of prose, I've been using word prompts from same_oh to reinspire me to write creative stuff again :)
aeval_arduina on March 7th, 2006 04:11 pm (UTC)
This is really amazing :)
    scarlet's walkkisstheviolets on March 7th, 2006 10:35 pm (UTC)
♥ thankyou, love