My first romance fic! T/R. I hope you see the internal conflict and the true story! Flames, Suggestions, ext.. are welcomed! Read on. I wanna know how it sounds!
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Without a sound, I landed on her windowsill. Staring into her spacious room.
She was sitting at her desk, scribbling furiously. Her hand ruffled through her hair. A frustrated look stained her face.
I held out a talon and tapped gently on the window.
She shot a look towards me, and her face lit up.
"Tobias" She sighed.
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I hear you're voice...
Its like an angel sighing...
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She walked to the window and let me in.
I flew into the room and landed on the bed. Talons perched into the unmade sheets.
The glow from her lamp dimly lit her face as she sat next to me on the bed.
What were you working on? I asked curiously, staring at the mess of papers on her desk.
"Just a English assignment for school. Five pages, due tommorow" She muttered.
Whats the topic?
"Civil War" She groaned. She got up to shut the window.
Rachel. Somethings wrong I said. The feel of..her wasn't there anymore.
She stared at me. She wasn't Rachel anymore. She was a warrior. Not the mallrat she used to be.
She growled, "Why do you guys always think something is wrong with me?!".
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I hear your voice,
I have no choice..
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We care about you Rachel I told her. A stiffness in my voice that surprised me. Why was she acting like this?
"No" She whispered, "You guys don't give a damn about me." Tears started to fill her eyes. Her voice was shaking.
"If I die or get infested, you guys would be relieved, Tobias. And you know it." She glared. A tear ran down her cheek.
No Rachel! I cried. But, deep down, I knew it was true. We were all scared of her. She had just changed so much, since the war. I loved her so much. Yet, I knew if she did die. I would not be sorry. But I would, love her forever.
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I hear your voice!
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Rachel..I love you! Don't make this difficult! I cried. I wanted to cry. But the hawk did not cry.
"You bastard. Get out!" She screamed. Rage filled her voice. A knife might as well of sliced through me. My heart was slowly being sliced in half, and I couldn't stop it.
"I said to get out!" She yelled once more.
She opened the window, and I flew out.
I ruffled my feathers in the breeze and soared into the night.
Far away, I could still hear the sound of her sobbing at the window sill.
Muttering my name.
"Tobias.."
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Without a sound, I landed on her windowsill. Staring into her spacious room.
She was sitting at her desk, scribbling furiously. Her hand ruffled through her hair. A frustrated look stained her face.
I held out a talon and tapped gently on the window.
She shot a look towards me, and her face lit up.
"Tobias" She sighed.
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I hear you're voice...
Its like an angel sighing...
------------------------
She walked to the window and let me in.
I flew into the room and landed on the bed. Talons perched into the unmade sheets.
The glow from her lamp dimly lit her face as she sat next to me on the bed.
What were you working on? I asked curiously, staring at the mess of papers on her desk.
"Just a English assignment for school. Five pages, due tommorow" She muttered.
Whats the topic?
"Civil War" She groaned. She got up to shut the window.
Rachel. Somethings wrong I said. The feel of..her wasn't there anymore.
She stared at me. She wasn't Rachel anymore. She was a warrior. Not the mallrat she used to be.
She growled, "Why do you guys always think something is wrong with me?!".
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I hear your voice,
I have no choice..
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We care about you Rachel I told her. A stiffness in my voice that surprised me. Why was she acting like this?
"No" She whispered, "You guys don't give a damn about me." Tears started to fill her eyes. Her voice was shaking.
"If I die or get infested, you guys would be relieved, Tobias. And you know it." She glared. A tear ran down her cheek.
No Rachel! I cried. But, deep down, I knew it was true. We were all scared of her. She had just changed so much, since the war. I loved her so much. Yet, I knew if she did die. I would not be sorry. But I would, love her forever.
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I hear your voice!
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Rachel..I love you! Don't make this difficult! I cried. I wanted to cry. But the hawk did not cry.
"You bastard. Get out!" She screamed. Rage filled her voice. A knife might as well of sliced through me. My heart was slowly being sliced in half, and I couldn't stop it.
"I said to get out!" She yelled once more.
She opened the window, and I flew out.
I ruffled my feathers in the breeze and soared into the night.
Far away, I could still hear the sound of her sobbing at the window sill.
Muttering my name.
"Tobias.."