ripredthegnawer
The water swishes around her ankles and she has to force herself to keep going. In her childhood it was clear, greenish-blue, and sparkly. Especially sparkly. But now it's murky and fould-smelling. She doesn't like to wade in the ocean anymore.
I saw him on the first day of eighth grade. He was reading Catching Fire. I love that series, and I was reading it, too. I became infatuated. He was so nice and sweet and he didn't even know my name... we were partnered in Spanish class. He said thank you for loaning the textbook. I was flying.
They're big
tangly
spiky
Probably dangerous
wooden?
ginormous, again
I love'em
but I'm scared of'em
because what if I'm impaled? On an antler?
Not gored to death.
Impaled on an antler.
Don't you see how scary that sounds?
Everything is happening so fast. I just got on this vacation and now it's time to go home. I've had fun but DC has a lot of marble floors in its buildings, so my feet are thanking me. But there's a two-day car trip awaiting me. And I'm tired. And there's so much to do. It's so INTENSE!
It's really impossible to predict how this will end up. They could both live happily ever after like they're supposed to, or they could both die gruesome deaths. Or one of them could die and leave the other grief-stricken.
But it's really too much trouble, so she kisses him, and tries to live for today.
Felix gazed up at me. I shifted from paw to paw uncertainly.
"Wow, Mel. That's... that's something different."
I huffed a breath through my wolf nose, nodding.
"Exactly when were you planning on telling my about this?" But I can see in his eyes that he doesn't really care. He's awestruck by the wonder of it all.
Don't ask what's wrong. I won't tell you.
Don't try to figure me out. You'll never find anything.
Please just leave me be.
Make do with my smile.
Yes, it's fake.
But it's all
I've got.
This is the place where it all comes together. The past and intertwines with the present. Time has no meaning.
You are dead.
Souls move on from here, this train station to the afterlife.
There will be a new set next year, all of them having stayed behind when we boarded the buses today. They have helped us through study hall and tests, through times when we didn't know what to do next. Some have become my friends. I wonder, will the teachers next year do the same?
Where does it begin and end? Such a tiny space where everything can happen: things and you become trapped, a place to retreat when life is too much, a place to sneak off to with that special someone. Not often noticed, but noticed just enough to be of use. A corner is difficult to define, but somehow it's special all the same.
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