64. ForgottenHe is sitting at the far table in the corner, beer in hand. A few empty bottles on the table, lit cigarette held between two fingers. The lights are low, and soft music plays from a jukebox in the corner. She enters the doors and heads to the table, taking a seat across from him, getting a beer from the waiter before either of them speaks.
Her: Arent you going to ask What are you doing here? or something? I thought youd be surprised.
Him: What are you doin here? Or somethin.
Her: What do you think?
Him: Well, you sure as hell probably arent here to see me.
Her: Surprising, isnt it?
Him: Very. Why?
Her: I well
Him: Mhmm. Thats kinda what I was figurin. Look, just go on. You didnt have to come here to apologize to me for nothin.
96 MistakeI didnt
Really any kind of emotion
Would have been nice.
In the dark
Maybe pain, perhaps
That was what I should have been feeling.
But I see how
I just regretted ever
Letting you get so close to my heart.
Took my heart
Who said tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all?
Me. I realize
That I dont
Need you now.
40 Broken...scary? Me?
.I want to hold you high and steal your pain.
Hazel eyes. More green than anything else. Sometimes hints of brown, grey, orange. Orange, heh. Wrinkling my nose and squinting my eyes. Hah. Now that's just more silly than scary. A soft sigh, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. It isn't something you could see on the surface. No, not at all.
My brown-eyed knight, come save me. Why do I frighten you? Follow my song and don't be afraid. I need you by my side. I'm hardly a damsel in distress but my heart aches at the thought of a time when things were far from perfect and I--
.The worst is over now.
And we can
.again. I want to..
I suppose I can understand why you would be afraid. And I lied. Lied when I said that I wasn't. Of course I am! But the thought of your arms wrapped around me disrupts my fears and calms my pounding heart into a flutt
92 VanityIt was a deadly sort of ritual.
Sitting in front of that piece of reflective glass for hours, applying make up, covering blemishes, scrutinizing every inch of her already pretty face.
She had to be perfect.
Men and women alike marveled at her beautybut still, as she fell to the clutches of sleep at night, there was no smile upon those reddened lips. No real blush had ever warmed those rouged cheeks. Love? Well, the only consistent presence in her life had been that mirror and table which resided across the room.
Moonlight filtered in through her sheer curtains and reflected off the glass, filling the room with a pale glow.
Rising from her bed, she glided across the room, taking a seat in that familiar chair. Even in the moonlight, she knew she was beautiful. Her dark hair hung in waving tresses to the middle of her back; her dark eyes ever mysterious and alluring. But
15 Rain"Maybe if I press my head just a little harder my skin will fuse to the glass and then I won't have to say goodbye."
The dark asphalt rushed by, broken yellow lines blurring through the rain-speckled glass. Cool air tickled over her skin from the vent and she shivered, but didn't move to cover her arms with the sweater on her lap.
"And then maybe you'll have a car window stuck to your face for the rest of your life."
"Everyone knows all guys really want is to be with a woman who has a car window fused into her brian. I'm going to get jealous trying to fight them all off."
She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Riiight." As it was, she was sure she was going to have a ridiculous looking red blob on her forehead. Now that was attractive. Her eyes flicked to the bright green letters of the clock above the CD player on the dashboard.
One hour and counting.
They spent the rest of the ride in silence--save for the rushing of c