shesarhinosaur
She slipped her fingers into his hand, and carefully let them inch their way down, so they wrapped around his fingers. Their fingers were woven together, intertwined and she felt grateful for the sense of security it was giving.
It's all about the approach. First impressions are made on how you approach someone. Completing a task is dependent on how you approach said task. How you approach new situations and people, defines you.
I figured there probably wasn't any sense in denying the attraction for even a minute longer. It was so obvious. It had to be obvious to him. He had to have figured it out by now...there was nothing I could do to hide it.
What an awful statement to make. It shook her to her core to have to say it aloud. She tried to start forming the words, and then tried to speak them. But having to tell someone this was not going to be easy.
In the garden, bees filled the flowers. In any other circumstance, she would have been scared to death. But at this moment, with so much on her mind, the bees were just simple, black and yellow fuzzy insects...harmless compared to the pain she was now dealing with.
I almost made it through the whole, entire day without thinking about it. Every single day I think about it. I thought that maybe, for once I would forget, or just keep occupied. But I didn't make it. I almost did...
The ocean tides were swept away from her feet. She watched as they came back to kiss her toes, and watched as they were swept away again, always coming back just to quickly leave. She felt her emotions were the same, always returning in quick, cold bursts and then retreating back where they were hidden, and no one could separate them from the bigger picture.
It was the final straw for him. He had been jerked around and around, and left with nothing. He was sick of waiting around, wondering what she was thinking constantly. The inconsistency was driving him to insanity, and he was beginning to realize this. He looked at her and knew this was the final time he would ever see her. And she had no idea just what was coming.
There was the most basic-looking person standing before her, staring at her with blank, glossed-over eyes. The most basic eyes, the most basic hair. She was basic and boring, and there was nothing else there. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to keep staring at that girl. That girl that she wished would just disappear from her sight and never return.
She walked into a room with several tables. Each table had a different set of items. Items scattered all over, tipped over, piled on top of each other. The tables were scattered among the room, filling the room completely.