Emma stood still and silent outside of his apartment door, wondering if she dared to knock or if she should turn back and leave. She knew that he was home from the dim light of the television through the curtains, and she wondered if he had someone over. Was she prettier than her? Thinner? Funnier? Smarter? Probably all of the above, and so she stood there quiet, waiting to hear the voice of whatever improvement he surely had over tonight.
Anne
The house was still. Abandoned. Even the stillness was still. The still of her skin. The still of words left unspoken. The still of goodbye.
Brian
Still, calm down, deep breaths but if you are the only one keeping the quiet, standing like a stone as the waves keep crashing and wearing you down.
Emma stood still and silent outside of his apartment door, wondering if she dared to knock or if she should turn back and leave. She knew that he was home from the dim light of the television through the curtains, and she wondered if he had someone over. Was she prettier than her? Thinner? Funnier? Smarter? Probably all of the above, and so she stood there quiet, waiting to hear the voice of whatever improvement he surely had over tonight.
The house was still. Abandoned. Even the stillness was still. The still of her skin. The still of words left unspoken. The still of goodbye.
Still, calm down, deep breaths but if you are the only one keeping the quiet, standing like a stone as the waves keep crashing and wearing you down.
The boy’s fatigued arms trembled with pain as sweat trickled down his body. He didn’t dare look down to where the bottom of the cliff met with the