lukas

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The clipped tone in his voice was disconcerting. Micah blinked, taken aback, hurt, but more than anything he was... angry. This was bullshit, and it had gone on for too long. He took a moment to breath, gather his thoughts, then stared up at his-- friend. Yes. And shoved him roughly by the shoulders, sending him over the edge of the railing, hurtling towards the ground, scream caught in his throat, blue eyes shut tightly. And Micah smiled, for the first time in months.

near

It was so close, so impossibly within his reach-- this was the closest he had ever been to something so pure, intimate, caring.

elastic

His heart was complicated; he loved life, but he hated living it. he loved people, but hated dealing with them. Constantly his emotions were on a roller coaster, like a blind search for something, some sort of purpose. His heart was torn between worlds, letting him run to the far reaches of his being, then snapping him back to square one like he was tied to an elastic band. He just wanted someone to calm his nerves, his stress, his unpredictable mood swings. But that certain someone was being a serious douche, and that wasn't helping much.

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on this day 15 years ago

lukas wrote about suppose
“It was only fate, he should suppose. In this room, there was no escaping. Not from the world, nor himself. Cruel it may be, but that's the way it is. You can never hide.”

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