I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, lebih overjoyed, I guess.
I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times was Lucy.
I sat against a brick wall, my suitcase laid at my feet. When people passed, they would give me strange looks. A few asked if I was homeless. I didn’t quite know what to say. I told most of them no. I didn’t need to cause worry for the good-hearted.
I thought of the past twenty-four hours as I sat. I had managed to sleep with my psychiatrist a saat time. Slip into an almost depressive state from knowing the good things never lasted. In addition I left my wife…I was such a mess.
I ran a hand through my hair. Tears swelled up in my eyes, I left Grey for a man who may atau may not Cinta me. He hadn’t berkata it, but he berkata several things that implied it. I knew I loved him…
I closed my eyes so the people passing couldn’t see the tears. I didn’t want to seem weak. I would get beat up sejak a gang, atau worse, jocks. I tried to meditate, but there were too many thoughts trying to push to the surface.
“Damien, what the hell are anda doing?” asked a light, smooth voice. The man I loved stood in front of me I opened my eyes.
“Grey and I got into a fight…She kicked me out,” I said, my voice cracking on the word fight. Tears streamed down my face. Alexander bent down and picked me up. He held me in his arms, stroking my back.
“Shh,” he said. “It’s going to be okay. anda will be okay. I’m here,” he kept petting my back. I sniffled, Alexander bent to pick up my suitcase, and he hailed a cab.
We got in the cab, and went to his apartment. I was still crying. He put my suitcase in his living room, and he carried me to his bed. Alexander laid me down, and sat beside of me. He rubbed my back and told me everything would be okay.
Hours passed, and I fell asleep to his reassuring words, soft hands, and my tears. I needed him, and I was happy he was here for me now. Maybe the bad things were just doors for the good things to come in…
I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times was Lucy.
I sat against a brick wall, my suitcase laid at my feet. When people passed, they would give me strange looks. A few asked if I was homeless. I didn’t quite know what to say. I told most of them no. I didn’t need to cause worry for the good-hearted.
I thought of the past twenty-four hours as I sat. I had managed to sleep with my psychiatrist a saat time. Slip into an almost depressive state from knowing the good things never lasted. In addition I left my wife…I was such a mess.
I ran a hand through my hair. Tears swelled up in my eyes, I left Grey for a man who may atau may not Cinta me. He hadn’t berkata it, but he berkata several things that implied it. I knew I loved him…
I closed my eyes so the people passing couldn’t see the tears. I didn’t want to seem weak. I would get beat up sejak a gang, atau worse, jocks. I tried to meditate, but there were too many thoughts trying to push to the surface.
“Damien, what the hell are anda doing?” asked a light, smooth voice. The man I loved stood in front of me I opened my eyes.
“Grey and I got into a fight…She kicked me out,” I said, my voice cracking on the word fight. Tears streamed down my face. Alexander bent down and picked me up. He held me in his arms, stroking my back.
“Shh,” he said. “It’s going to be okay. anda will be okay. I’m here,” he kept petting my back. I sniffled, Alexander bent to pick up my suitcase, and he hailed a cab.
We got in the cab, and went to his apartment. I was still crying. He put my suitcase in his living room, and he carried me to his bed. Alexander laid me down, and sat beside of me. He rubbed my back and told me everything would be okay.
Hours passed, and I fell asleep to his reassuring words, soft hands, and my tears. I needed him, and I was happy he was here for me now. Maybe the bad things were just doors for the good things to come in…
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make lebih of this book atau not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank anda <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i berkata happily.Mother was cooking eggs and roti bakar while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and roti bakar in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who anda were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your hati, tengah-tengah out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
anda know nothing!
Yet anda pretend anda do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
anda told me once
I told anda twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
atau remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left atau right?
Up atau down?
Wrong atau right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your hati, tengah-tengah out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
anda know nothing!
Yet anda pretend anda do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
anda told me once
I told anda twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
atau remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left atau right?
Up atau down?
Wrong atau right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer