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Hesitation“Maybe not,” she said suddenly, car keys dangling from her fingers. “I don’t know if I can do this yet. Maybe it hasn’t been long enough.”Hesitation by thecrazymagnet
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to pine over him forever?”
“No!” Oh, that had come out harsh. She backtracked. “It’s not that, I just - he hasn’t been gone as long as I made it sound.”
She waited nervously for a few seconds. Finally, the response came: “That’s not very long. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
Her keys were back in her pocket now. She sat down on the hood of the car, feeling the old piece of junk give an inch or two. Adam leaned against the driver’s side door. She hid a smile - he was trying pretty hard to look relaxed.
“Why did you come out tonight, if it’s only been a few days and you’re still not over him?”
The Soul Dark gray clouds thundered across the sky, lightning lighting them up from the inside. A sharp wind pelted my face with stinging rain as I ran, searching for shelter. I swore, cursing Gabriel August. That pompous souled twit who had left me out here in the first place. Even now I could see his grinning Jack o' Lantern face. I was sure that he wanted to torture me.
I stumbled over a branch discarded in the road, barely managing to keep my feet. The rain was getting worse, much worse. I moved off the open road and into the trees, hoping they would provide more shelter.
It took me a little while to figure out that I had stopped moving, though my legs continued pumping, trying to push me forward. I paused, puzzled and more than a little bit annoyed. A vine twisted around my ankle, tightening suddenly. I gasped in pain as I felt something snap. The vine retracted into the trees, taking me off my feet. I tasted gritty mud, like a fine, wet powd
TroubledMay your sails catch wind
May your heart find strength from within
Your mind be at ease
As you ride the sea's
There is no tie
made from a lie
Tis only my frail trouble heart
Begging not to be ripped apart
My very best friend
let not the waters be your end
You sail to new lands
far from my cold hands
You have held me safe and close
and kept me from another overdose.
Yes I am full of trouble
But my love for you is double.
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