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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 Great and Mysterious House of Cats Once when I was a much younger man I had a most peculiar experience. In those days I fancied myself an artist and went to extraordinary lengths to ensure my appetite for beauty was satisfied. For several days I had been wandering the woodlands and taking in the sights. It's true I spent most of my time enjoying leisurely walks on sun dappled trails, cooling my feet in the river, and even catching a fish or two. Every once in awhile though I would be smitten with the majesty of nature and inspiration would take a hold of me like a fever. It was in these moments that I would find true happiness. Once the mood had taken me I could paint for hours while the world was washed away in a torrent of emotion.
It was in one of these moods that I was overtaken by a torrent of an entirely different nature. A storm had been brewing and in my feverish desire to complete my work it had come upon me by surprise. I gathered what supplies I had with me and quic
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