|"What way Alice? We're all mad here. Better get used to it."|
Nobodys fault but mine. The lingering sent of sex and cigerettes the slight pang of rum, that crule light of morning told her he was gone. The sent, his sent clung to her sheets, her skin and her heart. Her mind screamed that she needed to get a grip before she fell agian, but it was to late. Her heart was in the cluctches of a man who didn't care, or so he said. The way he held her was another story entirely; taking her cellphone from under he pillow next to the knife she had, her frown plastered to her face. There was no text message explaing himself, no missed call. Nothing. She was in far to deep-- ripped from her thoughts a small black paw bapped at her face for food.Nobodys fault but mine. by ~FallenFromGrace74
A bittersweet ache killed her as she walked to feed the mewling beast, flashes filled her mind of the night before. The laughter and the convorsations, she was careless with her heart it seemed. He had promis
Falling like rain. It has often been said the people who smile the warmest are the most tourtued on the inside, she had found this to be true about the man who stood before her. Holding her; protecting her. A small smile crosses her lips as she looks up, he was thinking agian. The smile fled as soon as it came, she watched the ever presant war conduct on the inside of his mind. He craved battle and was warped because of the life he had lived, looking down at her he smiled. "You know kiddo, youre to old for your age." She was an old woman in an eight-teen year olds body, she understood his internal every day battle. The nightmares, the need for a fight, for bloodshed. Her father was in the millitary, so was most of her friends. She understood, unlike most people.Falling like rain. by ~FallenFromGrace74
As he threw his cigarette butt into the street he held onto her tightly, he had been touching her all day.
Attachment. Looking up at the celing wishing he could see the stars, he holds her like he cares. She can't tell, he kisses her and laughs with her. He acts like he cares and yet he breaks her heart silently when he confesses. "That's the thing though, I can't get attached anymore. I have to drink to make me want this." He squeezed her softly, she wanted to tell him she loved him. Instead she listenes and says with a sad smile, "Honestly, I want to see you happy. Weather it be with me or someone else or no one..." Her voice lightly warboled. "As long as you're happy I don't care." They talked about his little girl and his parents, about the hellish wars hes been in and what he's seen. They talked about her past and the domestic hell she she lived though, her dreams and his long forgotton ones. He held her and kissed her like he loved her, and for a moment she let herself belive he did-- if only for a moment.Attachment. by ~FallenFromGrace74
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