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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
A DreamPossibility, impossibility
Where fantasy meets reality
Sky meets ocean, sun meets land
It's a dream
All shapes, all sizes
Like a sixth sense
In the dream realm
Of a new adventure
Live, laugh, love, dream
Whether by night or day
But slap in the face
Come back to reality
All your problems are back
It was just a dream
The lack of bad
Is gone because
It was just a dream
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